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“Alright nigga. I’ll handle that. I appreciate it,” I said, ending the call.
She better have hoped she took her ass to Breesha’s
house tonight, because God only knows what the fuck I would do to her if she brought her ass home to me. Yeah, in the past I had cheated on Nae, but that shit was when I was young and we wasn’t even fuckin married. So for her to be out here, like she ain’t got a fuckin husband at home, was fuckin unacceptable. Never in a million years did I expect Nae to cheat on a nigga. Yeah, we were going through our little problems right now but shit, let’s work it out before we jump to the next nigga. I never in my life have put my hands on my wife, but I just pray to God that I was able to still say that if she brought her ass home tonight!
An hour later, we pulled up to the house and I paid the driver, and he kept it moving. I walked inside my house and went upstairs to sit my luggage in the room. I took me a much-needed shower and changed into a pair of Polo boxers and some Nike shorts with my Nike slides.
I grabbed my stash of weed out of my drawer, went downstairs, and waited to see if my wife would bring her ass home.
Sincere
I had all the lights off downstairs, except for the lamp that I had on in the den. At 3:45 a.m., I heard the front door open. I heard my wife walk inside the house and try to go upstairs.
“Naw, bring your ass in here,” I said. She walked inside the den and stood in front of me.
“Baby...whh...when did you get here?” she stuttered.
I ignored her and walked over to the wall to turn the lights on. I wanted to take a good look at her. Here she was standing in front of me in this little ass dress, with these high ass boot on, like she wasn’t fuckin married. It took everything in me not to yank her ass up. I looked down at her hands and noticed it looked naked. I noticed about $10, 000 worth of money was missing from her fuckin finger. Wait, I know fuckin well she didn’t take off her fuckin wedding ring!
“Brenae, where the fuck is your ring?” I asked, pulling her by the front of her dress into my chest.
She looked like she was about to piss on herself. My voice was so deep, I swear I fuckin felt the frames on the walls shake. She didn’t answer me; she just stood there with her head down.
“Answer me! Where the fuck is your ring?” I asked, shaking her roughly by the tight grip that I had on her.
“I took it off,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“I get that, but where the fuck is it?” I wanted to know. She still didn’t answer me.
“Go put it back the fuck on and bring your ass back down here. I’m not fuckin done,” I said, pushing her away from me. She quickly headed upstairs and when she came back, she had removed her boots and was now wearing her ring.
“I’m going to ask you something. And I swear to God if you fuckin lie, Ima slap the shit out of you,” I said, walking closer to her.
She had tears rushing down her face, and I knew she was fuckin terrified. Those tears didn’t mean a fuckin thing to me, though. She wasn’t fuckin crying when she was all in that nigga face at the beach.
“When you went out tonight, who the fuck were you talking to? And you better not say Breesha or Imani, or Ima slap the shit out of you for even insulting me like that! Either way it go, Ima slap the shit outta your ass, so choose your fuckin words wisely!” I said, looking down at my wife to see that she was literally shaking.
She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her.
“Think before you answer that question. I would hate to have to fuck you up over this,” I said.
She looked at me long and hard before she began.
“Yes, I was talking to somebody else. But that’s all we did. We just fuckin talked. Whoever the fuck ran back and told you that need to get them a fuckin life. Did they also tell you that I was there with my cousins?” she asked through tears.
“That don’t fuckin matter. All I want to know is why you were in another nigga face when you fuckin married already,” I said.
“Same reason why you stayed an extra three days in Atlanta, to be with that bitch!” she hissed.
I fuckin lost it. I grabbed her up by her neck and slammed her in the wall.
“I done fuckin told your stupid ass I wasn’t up there with no bitch. I was up there making my fuckin money,” I gritted. I let go of her neck and shoved her hard on the floor.
“Fuck you Sincere. That’s all you fuckin care about! What about your fuckin family? I’m sick of fuckin begging your ass to be here with us. You can fuckin leave for all I care. I’m going to find me a real man. A man that wants to be home with me and my baby. A man that’s not going to put his fuckin job before us!” she said, telling a nigga how she really felt.
“Bitch, I wish you would bring another nigga around my fuckin seed,” I said, walking over to her.
“Fuck nigga, how you even know if she’s yours!” she shot back.
