Chapter four

Just in case you missed it: Chapter 3!

Once again Onika was sitting at her desk editing a story for the company's magazine. It was going smoothly. She loved her job. As a pre-teen, magazines and models always fascinated her. She also loved writing and pointing out errors. That's why the job was perfect for her. She always told her parents if editing magazines was an opportunity that passed like a ghost then she would want to become some type of teacher.

The truthful thing is, if there's something that you really want to do, you'd do anything to make that happen. Sometimes it takes more effort than the other but it all pays off one day. An example of that would be how successful and happy she is.

Noticing an incoming call from a familiar number, she lifted one hand off the keyboard and picked up the phone. After starting the conversation, she left the phone to her ears and pressed it onto her shoulders so she could continue writing.

"Hello."

"Hey."

"Hey babe. What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing much right now but I got called for something important at work so I'm going to drop Heaven at my mom's house."

"Oh okay. Well, thanks for telling me."

"No problem. How's your working?"

"Oh, it's going. It's been a good day so far." She sighed. "5 more hours and I'm out of here," she smiled through the other line.

"That's good. I'm going to go now, baby. I hav-"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too, bye."

_

While exiting a conference room from an interview she had just given, Timothy informed her about some calls she had missed. That led her to rush over to both her phones. One of the calls she received on both phones was from Kenneth's mom. What is it that she wanted or needed? 5 hours hadn't passed. More like 3.

She called back hoping that 13 minutes didn't escalate what his mother had been calling for.

"Hey," she said. "I apologize. I was giving an interview. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, hello Onika. I was trying to reach Ken but he won't answer. I know this is bad but there is something urgent I have to take care of and I'm not sure where Heaven would go because I can't take her with me. I feel really bad and I--"

"What? He won't answer?"

"No, it's been going straight to voice mail. Do you know where he went? He didn't tell me exactly."

"He told me he had something to do at work or something. Can you hold on for a moment, please?"

"Sure."

"Thank you."

She put her mother-in-law on hold and tried to call Kenneth herself. The same thing happened; only voice mail. That left her kind of worried.

"Hello?"

"Yes?"

"You know what; I'll come and pick Heaven up myself. I'll be there as soon as I can. And I'm sorry for time that has already been wasted. See you soon."

Onika hung up the phone and went to locate her boss and tell him she had a situation to deal with. He understood and was okay with her leaving early. She mentally hoped that in 2 hours things wouldn't get hectic at work.

Another day, another dollar. Another day, another problem.

She drove through daylight, pondering upon everything. The feeling she was feeling was something she hated. She hated when one thought processed many others. It made her feel guilty. It made her feel like she had to be caution about every single thing.

Once more Kenneth decides to be irresponsible and self-seeking. She couldn't help but to think about the beginning stage. The strong, smiling, sweet-scented guy that made her laugh all the time. But then again, 7 years, on and off served its predetermined course.

So lately the question that has been magnetic to her brain was, "Is it all worth it?" Is it worth it to keep worrying? Is it worth the tears?

She let go of all the thoughts with a sigh pulling into Sylvia, her mother-in-law's driveway. She could see Sylvia pacing in her living room on the phone. Once Sylvia got a glimpse of her side, out the window, she gathered Heaven's belongings.

"Come Heaven. Mommy is here."

Onika practically ran up to the door, which had been opened for her.

"Mommy! I missed you," Heaven smiled happily giving her mom a hug.

"Look, thanks for watching her. I'm sorry tha-"


"Onika, you have nothing to be sorry about. Kenneth is the sorry one for not picking up his phone. I keep calling but nothing."

"Well, I'll keep trying also. Once you--well that's if you do get a hold of him, you should try having a conversation with him about his family."

"What?"

"Your son. There is something wrong with him."

"I know," she sighed. "I want you to do you and try not to worry too much about what he does. What's done in the dark will come to the light and he will have to pay the consequences. He's grown and he's going to do what he wants. It's a shame I know, but hey," she shrugged. "What can we do?" She traced her eyes down to her watch. "Excuse me, Onika. I really have to go now. I love you and take care of yourself. Bye nana's sweet baby," she cooed, kissing Heaven's forehead and dismissing herself.

"Okay. Thank you ma."

Onika grabbed Heaven in her arms and went back to her car. The last thing she wanted to do was take her daughter home with her. She planned on getting down to business with Kenneth. Enough is enough. She flipped out her phone and called one of her dearest friends.

"Hey Sierra. Good, you? Oh, that's great! You'll have him for the rest of the night? I was wondering if Heaven can stay with you tonight? I mean since your son is there, they'd have each other, you know what I mean? Great! Thank you so very much, you're the best. Okay sugar, I'll see you soon. Mhm okay bye."

_

The light sky was now doing a transformation. It was lightly raining and becoming darker by the second.

Onika focused her eyes on the clock while sitting on her living room sofa. It seemed like forever had passed by. Like anyone who had to wait in boredness, she grew frustrated. She had to leave work early because of a discrepancy .The situation shocked her to the bones because it was a first. Never did she have to leave work for something like this.

Over and over she tried to call him but got only voicemail. Maybe she was disrupting him on the job? Or maybe he was just being a jerk? Who knew?

What she did know was she wasn't happy. Why did so many hours pass and still no phone call? Too many things rushed in and out of her mind. She thought the worst of things. A nap is what she wanted to take so when she woke up, he would be right there.

Breathing in and out, she stood to go and look at the window seeing the light flash up on her house. A wave of relieve smacked her in the face. It was him. No, she didn't unlock the door but instead, she went and sat back on the couch.

He opened the door like everything was good. Once the door was locked, he turned to her with guilt written all over his face.

"Hi!" she quavered. "How are you?"

"Um I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm okay just missed you a little." She got up to go to him but got delayed. He also gave her a unique look as to why she was so cheery.

"Sit. I know you want to talk."

"Ooohh okay..." she said giving him a weird look.

"I'm sorry I'm home a little late. The office threw a little party and I stayed."

"Yeah. My friend called me and told you that he saw you with someone in your car..."

"Oh yeah, that was my friend who needed a ride home from work. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. So... how was this little party? What was it for?"

"It was... okay. A worker just got engaged & my boss wanted to do something special."

"Oh... nice. So did you talk to your mom? Is Heaven okay? I was going to call but I can't seem to find my phone and I don't know your mom's number."

"No, I didn't call. I'm sure they're okay."

"Well can you call her, please? I want to just make sure."

"Okay then can you hand me the house phone since its right there?"

"Sure. Where's your phone?"

"It's freakin' dead."

"Oh okay, here you go."

While he slowly dialled the number hoping that his mother wouldn't answer, Onika took her cell phone that was swimming its way down the crack of the couch right beside her and proceeded to dial his phone behind her back.

Kenneth only let it ring once before hanging up and saying she didn't answer. She nodded her head but seconds later, she informed him that there was something lighting in his pocket. When he looked down, he cussed himself so many times in his head. His phone was on silent but he forgot to turn it off.

"I thought your phone was dead? What is that?"

"It looks like someone has your phone because your number is calling me."

"Kenneth?"

"Huh?"

"I said I thought your phone was dead?"

"It was dead!"

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Why are you freaking lying? I'm not crazy. You sat here and..."

"I'm not lying. When I went to use it, it said 'hook to charger.'"

"Oh God," she gasped letting her head rest in her hands. "I'm so stu... I'm just acting a little bitchy because I'm tired. Forgive me?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry. Hug?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay then," she yawned. "I'm tired but I missed you." She got up from the couch.

Her arms stretched out to hug onto his chest. She laid her head on his chest and inhaled. "You smell good," she fake grinned. "I don't even know how you smell like this when I've never smelled this soap before. I didn't even know it existed in this house. Did you just buy it?"

"Uh... no."

"Well then how do you smell so good?" she asked letting him go.

"I did take a shower before I left."

"But like I was saying, I've never smelled this soap before and plus, you had a long day. If I could get my soap to smell that strong even after all of a day's labour, wow I'd be shocked!"

"Yeah, maybe scrub a little harder next time you get in the shower. It might work for you."

"Oh, it might work for me? All right, Kenneth. Enough with these games; I know the truth. For one, it's one thing to tell me you're going to drop off Heaven because you had to do something important for work, but it's another thing when your mother is trying to reach you to come and pick her up because she has something to do."

"Sh-"

"Excuse me, I'm not finished. Secondly, your phone has been off because I tried to call you and I got voice mail. And the simple fact that your phone is on now lets me know that you--in the past 20 minutes--turned it back on. So you know what happened? I had to leave work early today to go and pick up our daughter and I've been here ever since. Third, my friend did call me and tell me he saw you with someone in your car. That infuriated me and it made me really sad to think that but I know my friend wouldn't lie about something like that. Would you like to tell me who that was?"

"I already told you."

"No Kenneth, that was before you were yapping lies. I want the truth now."

"My answer remains the same."

"Okay," she said throwing it off. "Fourth, I know damn well that the soap you have on now didn't last the whole day. Especially smelling like that! I want to know where this soap is and when and where you took this shower."

"I took a shower this morning."

"You know what... okay. Continue to lie but you know what bewilders me? Your daughter... your 2 year old daughter was waiting for you. Do you not feel any guilt with that or are you just too selfish?" she said lowly being choked up

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. It was just spear of the moment. Where is she at?!"

"So a spur of the moment turned into how many hours?" she questioned pointing at the clock. "You really forgot about your daughter? That's puzzling to me."

"I didn't forget about her. I figured she'd be good with my mom. What the hell did my mom have to do that was so important?"

"Kenneth, what the hell did YOU have to do that was so important? Heaven was your responsibility. Don't try to pond this on your mother because she had more important things to do than you!"

"When I have worked to take care of, that's important."

"Where were you?"

"Did I not just say I had work to take care of?"

"Well I don't know what you consider work. So tell me what work is."

"Work is physical, hard labour. I did a lot of work today and I'm tired so if you excuse me, I'm going to go and talk to my daughter and lie myself down to sleep."

"Good luck with that."

"What do you mean?"

"Heaven isn't here. You don't deserve to see her after what you've done yet again. Why do you keep putting me through this? I'm your wife and you can't even tell me what you were doing."

"I was working."

"I'm not understanding why you're lying. I KNOW YOU'RE LYING! It's a fact! Can you be a man, husband or father about it, please? Why is it that your mother and I called a thousand times and you couldn't pick up the phone? You're not going to sit here and tell me that you couldn't take 60 seconds out of whatever you were doing to pick up your cell. What's the point of having one if you're not going to use it? Where were you? I'm not going to ask again. Just tell me the truth."

"You seriously want the truth? Because I'm tired and I need some sleep. Your little hollering or whatever is giving me a headache. My hormones got a little crazy because I was turned on and I couldn't control it."

"Hold on, wait. Let me comprehend this right. I'm at work, your daughter is at your mom's house waiting to be picked up and you were smashing some girl? Am I off or is that accurate? You put some random minx before your daughter?" she said,punching him in the chest and  hurt at the fact that she had to admit that her husband was with someone else. She didn't look at him the same. His skin was now dirty and could never be cleaned of his lust.

"Well I mean," he shrugged. "It just is what it is I guess."

"You can't be serious right now. I find that beyond pathetic. Why when I needed your affection, you didn't show me any? You wait 'til the office wants add more and more work and stress on me. Did I go out and screw the first guy I saw? No. I come home every night tired from work and you think that excuse is going to cut it? What the fuck do you do, huh? Tell lies all your life?"

"Well what would you do if you needed some and you kept getting turned down?"

"Cater to your wife sometimes, Kenneth. Massage my back and my feet. Leave trails of kisses on my neck. Rub up and down my shoulders. Where's the romance? You don't know how to be romantic? I can't be the general all the fucking time! You need to try and stop being a punk loser. Make me want you. Get aggressive, Kenneth. But no, you all of a sudden don't know any of these things. You don't know how to catch your wife's attention."

"No, no, no I don't want to hear that shit. I'm the only person that needs to be catered to. I'm the man."

"She was right," she mumbled to herself. "I work harder than you, Kenneth," she finally admitted shaking her head up and down. "If you aren't tired and worn out, you don't do shit. I'm fucking tired, okay? I'm sorry screwing you isn't on my to do list every single fucking day, six times a day. You should be more considerate of what I go through. I've always made up to you when I turned down from you. You're just to dumb, blind and selfish to see that. I'm so tired of your maltreatment simply because making sure we have a roof over our head and making sure we have what we need are necessities. I wouldn't even be working. I'd be here most of the times, but I'm not! I have my baby who depends on me. You know I waited up all night for you, went into work late and on top of all of that I had to get off early. This is all your fault, Kenneth."

"What are you trying to say? You're the one who has an issue not working and if I'm not working, it's a big deal. That's on you."

"And you know something else?" she continues. "If my mom were here, you'd be in a choke hold right now. I can't even believe you."

"If you don't mind, I'm kind of sleepy..."

"So you're okay with hurting me, Kenneth? I feel like you're taking advantage of me for some weird reason. You'd rather go out and sleep around than try to fix our situation. I'm so faithful to you and this is how you repay me. It's obvious you don't care about me or your daughter. You are such a dickhead loser. I can't stand you anymore!"

"Onika..."

"No, Kenneth; there's no Onika," she cried stronger. "I have feelings and you've poured so much fuel on my heart in which you have no guilt at all. You've bruised me so bad with your actions. I'm hurt."

"Onika, stop! I'm sor-"

"No, you're not sorry because you wouldn't continue to disrespect me if you were."

"Look, I'm exhausted."

"Great! You can go upstairs and get all of your stuff. I don't want you here tonight or any other night. I am so tired of the way that you've been treating me. I don't deserve this at all," she snarled heading towards the dining room. "Oh," she paused then chuckled. "I almost forgot. Here's your 6.5K. We're done," she said taking the ring off and throwing it at his head. "I can't and I won't put up with this anymore."

Never in a hundred years would she have thought that this very day she would have to go throw something so heart breaking and even being in the situation itself. She cried oceans thinking about her daughter. She's too young and won't understand the concept of everything. She's going to ask a million questions, but how would they be answered? Who would be the one to answer them?

This was the end of her marriage. No more Ken and Onika. When one person ruins something, everything is ruined.

The hurt deepened. Onika couldn't get over how badly this would affect her daughter. She just couldn't fathom having to commensurate everything at a time like this. For many hours she tried to figure out what she did. There wasn't a good explanation though that entered her mind. And for hours, Kenneth stayed in the living room and enjoyed the TV, but why when she told him to go? And why after he claimed to be so fatigued?

By then it started to shower and her own personal shower she cried for a long time had finally ceased. She needed someone. She needed someone who she was she close to. Someone... like her mother. Her and her mom remained close even living in two different states. It was hard at first to cope with that but then she got over it. Now being in a tough situation, she was forced to face the hardship again.

She dialled up her mother's number, biting on her lip.

"Hello Onika. Long time no speak. How are you?"


There was killing silence for a moment.

"Hey mom."

"Onika, have you been crying?! WHAT'S wrong??"

"Mom... he cheated on me."

"What?!"

"Yeah."

"Wait, do you know for sure?"

"Yes mom, I have all the evidence."

"Tell me, tell me."

"Well yesterday he was talking to this girl I work with--a girl I can't stand, and um he dropped Heaven off at his mom's house and never went to pick her up. He came home late smelling like soap that he doesn't even have and my friend called to inform me that someone was in his car. He lied. He lied."

"That son of a b... you know what.”

"Mom..."

"No! There's no mom. Onika, I'm so sorry. Like seriously. I'm not happy. I'm sorry for acting this way--Wait, what is that noise? Is he there?" she asked worried raising her voice showing anger at the same time.

"It's thundering outside," she wept.

Her mom stopped for a second. "The perfect reason why you should stop crying."

"Why?"

"You don't need to cry if the Angels' are crying for you. You don't need this," she said in a serious tone, bringing down her anger.

A bag of seconds went passed as she thought about that comment. Her mom was right. "Mom... its jus... it's just I can't understand why. Am I asking for too much?"

"Well, everything happens for a reason. You can't just waste your life trying to put puzzle pieces together when some of your pieces are missing. You might not ever find the pieces on your own. Let it come to you."

She sighed. "I can't do that, mom. I have a 2 year old."

"You and Kenneth are going to have to talk anyway for the sake of Heaven. It's going to happen eventually."

"I don't want to."

"And that right there is something you have to put aside. Does he want to be over too?"

"Mom," she began to cry a little harder after a moment of thinking, "He didn't have anything to say! Nothing! Can you believe that?! I don't care what he wants but I don't want to be with him anymore. I've been putting up with too much from him. And I don't know why he's still here when I asked him to leave."

"He hasn't said anything since?"

Just as she said that, he came in.

"No, he just came in..."

"What?" he turned around.

"I'm not talking to you," she responded sniffling.

"But you're talking about me?" He leaped over to her pulling her off the bed by her wrist.

"What are you doing?"

"ONIKA!" her mother yelled through the line.

"You have something to say, you say it to my face," he said.

"Stop! You are hurting my wrist!"

"I'm not hurting you!"

"Yes you are. Let loose!"

Slowly he let loose of her wrist and continued to stare in her eyes. She punched him again right under his rib cage.

"Don't EVER touch me again like that! You are out of your monkey ass mind! Why are you still here anyway?!" she questioned screaming, looking ahead in the closet. "I asked you to leave. Get your stuff and go."

"Where's my daughter?"

"Obviously not here. Get your belongings, Kenneth."

"Okay, cool. I'll leave but I'll be back tomorrow to see my daughter."

"Just get the fuck out!" she yelled one last time.

Her emotions attacked her. So hardly she tried not to say anything, but she couldn't help it.

"You hurt me. I can't even look at you. You think I want Heaven to see you? No" She wiped her eyes again after tearing up again.

"Onika, I will see my daughter. And that will be tomorrow; enough said."

She went over and picked up her phone and told her mother she would call her back. After getting her to finally close her mouth and hang up the phone, Onika wandered around. She wasn't about to stand in the pit of anger and lies.

He finally got all of his stuff and began to exit the house. Not only did Kenneth cheat on Onika, but he cheated himself.

Long after streaming out her eyes, she lies there in a foetal manner while her head press against a fluff pillow. Having cried for so long, her body tensed up. Her cherry red and puffy eyes stare to the sumptuous, earthy brown drapes. Many see curtains as a source of privacy or simply a blockage of light but her view brought a memory.

There was a day when Kenneth came home cracking jokes while she had been up level. He was missing her so he wanted to do anything to keep that smile on her face for the rest of the night. He went over and hugged her from the front causing fire blazed red blush marks on her cheeks. Then he tried to place her on the bed with him on top but she didn't want to. It was bad enough she couldn't stop laughing but she figured, why not cause something quickly? So as he was trying to place her on the mattress she took both her feet to tug at the bottom of the drapes, knocking them down. "Oops," she said giggling while he turned around in awe. As he bent over to pick up the drapes, she kicked him in the butt and ran off.

She stopped smiling and got up from her bed to wet her cold compress she had been using for her face. When entering her room again, her phone wouldn't stop buzzing. She raced over and picked it up.

"Hello..."

"Girl, what happened?" Shana asked in all seriousness.

"What?"

"Why did playboy come over to my house throwing accusations at me and thinking he was just going to barge in my house?" she asked after hearing her friend’s stuffed voice.

Onika stood up straighter. "WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Why?"

"He said, 'I know you have my daughter here and she needs to come out now. I'm not leaving here without her.'"

"Shana, I am so sorry. Tonight we were on different terms and I told him I wanted a divorce."

"Girl, what?!"

"Yeah," she said softly. "That's why I didn't call you to watch Heaven. I knew that wasn't a smart thing to do."

"Now I'm pissed because I was this close to getting my bat and beating his chicken legs! Now that I know what happened, that makes me so mad, Onika. Who the hell does he think he is? No one does that to my friend, I swear. If I see his ass, I swear it's a done deal."

"I know. I wanted to slap him so many times but you know I'm against animal abuse."

"HA! Do you need me to come over? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm okay thank you."

"Sure?"

"Yup."

"Okay. So where is Heaven?"

"She's at Sierra's house. I knew 'lil' Tommy would be there so everything worked out. She'll probably stay there for a while longer because Kenneth says he's gonna come back tomorrow to see her. I don't think so."

"Wow. I can't believe this."

"I'll be okay Shana but I have a headache so I'll call you back tomorrow or so, okay?"

"All right. I hope you feel better. Let me know if that bastard comes back. My ass may very well just show up there tomorrow. But anyway, get some rest."

"Thank you Shana, I will. I love you and thanks for everything."

"I love you too. Bye."

Her bedroom was chilly and quiet. She laid back down, getting under the covers and letting her damp cloth rest over her eyes. She diluted her mind into thinking that everything would work out on its own terms but she would never know if she didn't stay calm and patient. It was totally necessary to take it a day at a time. Her mom was right and she knew this.

It was now passed 12 midnight and she just knew she would have a difficult time sleeping, but only to her surprise, her thoughts were put away and she dreamed lifelessly.

...

Today was the day that Aubrey went back to work. The year was up and he now had a full schedule of auditions. It was 7:30 am and Kitziah was eating her breakfast that she so happily prepared earlier.


As always Kitziah was miles away on her phone.


-Omgsh, Kenneth why did you tell her?

-Because I love you and I'm tired of hiding it.

- Did you tell who you were having an affair with?

Kitziah wondered this because she still had to work with the woman.

-No she didn't ask

-Where are you now?

-Our usual spot…

-Oh… Call me in an hour.

-Okay.


-Love you ken


-Love you too kitz


With that sent Kitziah finished her breakfast after she set her phone down on the breakfast table.

"Good Morning Kitz," Aubrey kissed his wife's cheek with his freshly shaved face.

"You're in a good mood" She commented.

"Well, work starts again today; a year is up"

"Oh." Kitziah went to get Aubrey plate and orange juice, setting them both down in front of him.

"Thank you." Kitziah nodded and sat down next to him at the breakfast table.

"Who you texting?" She asked with curiosity.

"Noah, he is telling me my schedule for this week."

"Oh." Kitziah was happy that the years were up. Kitziah liked it when he was working; the responsibility and authority was very attractive.

"Looks like my audition finishes at 11:30, we can spend lunch together?" Aubrey set his phone down.

"Sure, I would love to." She watched him finish his breakfast. She really did love this man. She started to kiss on his neck as he ate.

"Someone's a little horny before work" She giggled then jumped when he said 'work.'

"Oh crap, work!" Kitziah grabbed the phone on the table but what she didn't realise was that the phone wasn't hers. "Bye, baby" she said rushing out the door. They had the same phone, iPhone, but Kitziah's case had broken so they were both identical.

"Bye" He chuckled.

It had been days after waiting up all night and Aubrey and Kitziah had been getting along a little better. Kitziah spent more time at home and that made Aubrey feel a little better. They did bicker a lot but her being under his arm with no distractions made him feel better.

After Aubrey ate his food, he put the dishes in the sink and cleared off the table and counters. He had time to do that since he was already dressed. He grabbed his stuff after and went off to the audition.

This being the first time Aubrey had done this in a year, he wanted to be there early. He sat in the waiting room with all the other male actors.

He use this time to reflect on the day's events, even though the day just began. He was very much in shock about this morning with Kitziah actions; she was more affectionate with him. It kind of felt weird but good at the same time. Also he felt her presence there, usually she would be miles away. The old Kitziah was back. Aubrey just couldn't wait for their lunch date this afternoon. He missed his wife.

Aubrey picked up a magazine to pass time. Once he finished reading the magazine front to back, he fingered he would play some games on 'his' phone. He pulled it out of his pocket to find 1 new message. The only thing was there was a lock and he knew he didn't have a lock on his phone. He played around with it and after 5 tries, he got into it. It definitely wasn't his phone but the pin to the phone was a number that was special to both him and Kitziah. Maybe she thought he forgot all about that number or something. His eyes aggrandized after reading 1 new text message:

[Baby, Come to the usual spot tonight, I'm feeling down. I need you. Love you- Kenneth]

"Who the FUCK is Kenneth?" Aubrey exclaimed angrily in a not so loud environment. The whole room looked at him so he looked down at the phone, he thought was his realising it was his wife.

'She most have taken the wrong phone' Aubrey whispered to himself again. "Who the the heck is Kenneth." Aubrey could see himself getting heated. 'She is cheating.' he thought. 'That explains the privacy, random thoughts..." He snapped back into reality hearing his name being called.

"Aubrey Ellis" the assistant called out his name. She smiled as he stood up; she must have recognized him but she frowned when he turn the other direction towards the door. He was so heated this point, local people could see the steam that escaped his ears and nose.

Aubrey was doing 60 on a 30 lane he could honestly say he didn't give a fuck. He just didn't understand how his wife of 2years has been cheating on him. He had been faithful, he treated her right. This is the most hurtful thing that had ever happened to Aubrey and he didn't know how to deal with it.

With an estimate, it might have taken a half an hour at the most to get to Kitziah's job from where he was at. That's one thing that kind of threw him off was the distance from his house to the audition. It didn't matter now. He was heated and could care less if he got a ticket. As a surprise, he got to her job without getting a ticket. He whipped his Mercedes in an underground parking lot. He had a sea of anger shutting his door and going to her job from the basement.

He got off the elevator and went up to the front desk. He just knew he had to calm down a little being in that kind of environment.

A lady was trying to explain to him he would have to wear the visitor tag and wait until she could locate Kitziah. He wouldn't budge. He kept telling her he was Kitziah's husband and it was important.

He finally settled down and sat in the waiting room. No more than 3 minutes, the clerk alerted him he could go up to her office. On his was there, there was an exquisite lady walking passed who smiled politely. Although he was still mad, he calmed down.

"Good morning," Onika said.

"Good morning," he smiled back and continued to Kitziah's office.

He knocked on the door and was alerted to come in. Kitziah had her back to him, reaching in her 3 space drawer located against the side of the wall.

"Baby you're early. I haven't even been here for 3 hours," she started. "Oh well, I will get someone to cover for me."

"There's no need for that," he said taking her phone out his pocket and slamming it on her desk.

She turned around and look at him then down at her desk. "What was that for?"

"You took my phone!"



"Oh, I'm sorry. Well let me get yours." As she turned from the top drawer and headed over to her purse at her desk, Aubrey looked at her in disgust.

"Who's Kenneth?!"

"What?"

"You heard me, Kitziah. Who the hell is Kenneth?"

"Lower your voice, Aubrey. You are in my office; not at a concert."

"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled. "Who is Kenneth? He's right here in your messages and shit."

"How did you get in my phone, anyway?! Huh?!"

"Kitziah... I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. Who is Kenneth?"

"He's my friend! I DON'T think it's okay or fair that you took my phone, broke into it and looked through my stuff, Aubrey. I'm pretty sure you've got some things on this thing too," she argued pulling out his phone.

He smiled. "Oh you can go ahead and look because I don't have a lock on my phone. I can show you what faithful looks like."

Her body began to shake as she bit on her bottom lip. "Aubrey..." she started.

But then somehow trying to listen to her defense pissed him off again. "Kitziah, I advise you to come and get your belongings and get out of my house." He has legal rights. Her name isn't anywhere on the papers.

"What?!"

"Nah, don't act all surprised now. How you gon' sit there and fucking play with me? Maybe your ass should have been the one at the audition 'cuz you're a superb actress! Trying to sit up there and act like the perfect wife again when you're out there two-timing. Tuh!"

"But Aubr-"

"I've had enough of your excuses. Real shit, I don't want to hear it anymore so just stop."

"And just where am I going to go?" she tried to quietly ask herself. If she were to go with Kenneth, it wouldn't feel right.

"He wants you at your spot tonight, so pack your shit and stay with that nigga!"

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"And here comes this attitude again. I knew it wouldn't last. I want a divorce," he said grabbing for the door. "Good bye, Kitziah."

He walked out calmly, leaving her door open. One of her peers happen to be on their way to her office. Many people didn't walk passed her office because it was around a corner and all the way in the back. The only other reason was for the room across from hers. Cindy came in after seeing Kitziah's arm folded on her desk and her head in the middle. She immediately came in and sat some files on her desk then skipped over to her. Kitziah was weeping while her feet tapped a tune.

"Kitziah? What's wrong?"

Meanwhile, Aubrey was through. He just wanted to go home. He would even do her a favor by starting to pack some of her stuff. He stopped by the store and picked up some boxes. If he was going to just go home, why not? It would make him feel better when she came to pick them up; she wouldn't be there that long. And he was prepared if she tried to small talk him bout he wasn't going to give in. He got to his house and began to pack.



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