Page 13 of Pieces of Us

“Will be okay. I’m going to take them off your hands tonight. Do what you feel is best for you, Sis. You felt that he was cheating, and you were right. We allowed Dad to dictate our lives. Now, it’s time for you to choose shit for yourself, babe. Show that nigga you ain’t one to play with.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I nodded. Justin Coleman didn’t know that he was about to feel my wrath.

By midnight, the locks disengaged as I waited in the dark for my trifling husband to enter our home.

For hours, I sat stewing on what I wanted to do with him.

I knew if I killed him, I’d go to jail and run the risk of never seeing my babies again.

I couldn’t have that. I thought about destroying all of his shit, but that wouldn’t cure the pain I felt seeing my husband partaking in a threesome with a bitch and her husband, who smiled in my face and was fucking my husband behind my back.

I should’ve known better. I should have been smarter.

All my life, I was taught to be the dutiful wife, to respect my vows, and honor my marriage. Committing adultery was a sin, and I’d be damned to hell if I stepped outside of my marriage.

I still believed that. Now, I understood why my sister did what she did to Ishmael after discovering him bedding her best friends.

I didn’t have it in me to seek revenge in that manner, but I was certainly going to fuck this nigga in the worse way.

As soon as he closed the door, I heard him tripping over his bags.

“Shit. What the hell?” He flipped on the lights, looking around until he locked eyes with me. “Babe…W-what is this?”

I sipped my glass of wine then stood from the couch, walking in his direction.

“It’s just what it looks like. Get your shit, and get your lying, conniving, sneaky, stupid ass out of my house!”

“Morgan—”

“Don’t you dare say my fucking name! I gave you fourteen years, Justin.

Fourteen! I lied to myself and made myself believe that you were the love of my life.

I allowed you and my father to manipulate me into never finding Megan’s father and giving him a fair chance to get to know her.

I gave you my all, went against my better judgment, and you do this to me? Were they worth losing me, Justin?”

“Baby, it’s not what you—”

“Shut the fuck up and answer my question!” I screamed.

“I don’t know what you think you know, but I promise it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“So you’re just going to continue to stand there and lie to me? I saw you—you, Jolie, and Jonathan! I saw you nasty motherfuckas.”

Shock and regret played on his face as he dropped his head.

“Yeah, your stupid ass is busted!”

“I fucked up, Mo. I-I lost the majority of our money in a card game. I lost my office three months ago because I couldn’t get the money to pay the mortgage. Those nights when I told you I was working late…I was really out gambling.”

“What? What the fuck does this have to do with you cheating on me? And why wouldn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I couldn’t tell you! I asked you to be a stay-at-home mom because I thought I was secured.

When I lost Denver Washington as a client six months ago, I tried to keep up with the payments, but it started to get hard.

It wasn’t until recently when I started to get the big names did I get back on track, but I lost my office.

So, I started meeting with my clients at different places.

Jonathan offered to help me out but under the condition that I give his wife a threesome.

One time turned into more, and before I knew it, it had become a repetitive thing that I started to enjoy. ”

I couldn’t take listening to this shit anymore. I pulled the gun from my robe and pulled the trigger.

Pow !

Justin ducked as the bullet lodged into the wall by his head.

“Morgan, please!”

Pow !

He scurried to the other side of the couch as I pulled the trigger again.

Pow !

That one clipped his ear.

“Fuuuck! Mo, stop! I’m sorry, baby. Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Pow !

That one went into the floor by his feet.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Justin, or I promise this next bullet is going in your fucking skull.”

He quickly grabbed his keys and briefcase from the floor and scampered to the door. I wanted to shoot him in the back of his head but stopped myself as he hurried out of the door, slamming it shut.

I dropped the gun and dropped to my knees as I released years of hurt and sadness.

I didn’t want this for myself, and I didn’t want it for my girls.

I knew they would be sad to lose their father, but I couldn’t just let this go.

I was starting to believe my father cursed us.

His poor decisions for our lives led us down a path of despair.

Both my sister and I married liars and cheaters. If I had told my father to go to hell and reached out to Nehemiah’s sisters sooner, he and I would have been married. He would have been Megan and Mariah’s father, and I would have never run into a man like Justin Coleman.

Nehemiah would have never done this to me. What we had was special…magical. He was the love of my life, but I allowed a liar to lead me to another liar, and now, here I was. My face was covered in tears while my heart bled on the floor.