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Months had gone by, and Yaya stopped sleeping in the same bedroom as me.

She would sleep downstairs, and I would sleep in our bedroom.

No kind of spark was taking place in our marriage, but I was very much still attracted to my wife.

Yaya was one of one. Her face card needed to be studied, and it would go down in history as one of the most beautiful women to grace this earth.

I wanted my wife still. I used to try to hug up on her, kiss on her, romance her, get her out the house to take her out on dates, but she didn’t want that shit.

We went from fuckin every day to no kind of romance.

I brought that shit up to her probably four months after Sarai passed, and I remember her looking me in my eyes, telling me, “You better find another bitch to fuck because it’s a shortage of pussy around here”.

I wasn’t the kind of nigga to tell that shit to.

If you tell me some shit like that, that’s exactly what I’m going to do, so yes, I went on a field day, fuckin hoes, and I knew that a big part of me only did it because of the low spot that I was in.

I knew I was losing my marriage, I had lost my daughter, so fuckin random bitches, and trying to run from the past is how I was coping.

“Yes, your honor. We have one final remark before we close,” Soraya’s attorney, Taryn voiced. I sucked my teeth because I just knew that neither one of us would have any closing remarks, and here they go again, dragging this shit out.

I cut my eyes over again at Yaya, and just like she’s been doing, she wouldn’t look over at me. The judge let Taryn know that she could go ahead with her closing remarks, and she stood, so that she could relay them.

“I would like to request that if Mr. Crawford has any intimate videos or recordings of my client and him engaging in any kind of sexual acts, that they be deleted permanently from his phone, or any other devices that he has. For the record, we don’t think that Mr. Crawford would ever put that kind of footage out there to use it as revenge porn, but for the sake of the marriage coming to an end, there’s no need for him to still be in possession of them,” Taryn shared, and when she said that, I looked over at Trent, and he smirked, and all I could do was shake my head.

This is what I meant when I said that my wife just goes around doing shit.

She knew fuckin well that I would never leak our sex tapes.

I had shit in my phone between us from over ten years ago, and I have way too much respect for her to ever do some vile shit like that.

Trent looked at me, and I put my finger up, basically telling him that I had it. I stood up, cocky as fuck, just like I always am, fixed my tie, and I glanced up at the judge.

“Your honor, with all due respect, I deleted those pictures, and videos out of my phone months ago. I rather the storage be filled in my phone with beautiful images of our children. If we’re going to request that the footage be removed, can we also request that she has the ones removed that are in her possession as well?

I wasn’t the only one that was propping the phone up. That was her favorite part-

Trent tugged on my suit jacket, basically telling me to stop.

If this nigga didn’t tug on me the way that he did, I swear I would have kept it going, but I had to remember that this wasn’t that kind of setting.

I wasn’t defending a criminal case right now.

Everyone knew that when I was in court, defending my client, I would play a dirty game, and use everything in my power to get my client off.

I didn’t care what would come out of my mouth, but I had to understand that this case was different, and it didn’t cause for all of that.

I shot another look over at Yaya, and her lawyer, and I took my seat.

“I will grant that. The court orders that any intimate recordings, that involve Mr. and Mrs. Crawford be permanently deleted, effective immediately,” Judge Bowden said.

I nodded my head, not having a problem with that ruling.

I was trying to play big gangsta in the courtroom, but that shit was going to hurt my chest to delete our videos.

I lied my ass off when I stood up and said that I’d deleted the videos months ago.

Shit, on those nights, when I’m drinking that brown, with a cigar in my hands, I like to go back and look at that old footage.

I was faithfully putting Yaya through the mattress just about every other night.

Those were our happy years. When we would all be downstairs in the living room, watching TV as a family, and I would send her a text, telling her to meet me upstairs in our bathroom for a quickie.

The last time I fucked Yaya was probably five months ago.

We were still going through our divorce at the time, and I’d come over to the house to see the boys.

She’d eventually found her common sense, and she moved back into the house, and while she stayed at our house with the boys, I left and got a condo.

One night, I came over to chill with them.

I played on the game with my sons for about an hour, and I remember going upstairs to let Yaya know that I was leaving, and next thing I know, we’re arguing about me coming in the bedroom that I used to sleep in at one point with her.

We go from arguing, to me putting my dick in her, but because our boys were still up, I had to take her in the bathroom.

Yaya wasn’t on birth control. She never got back on it after Sarai.

On some toxic shit, I made sure that I dumped at least three loads in her because I figured that if I got her pregnant, she would come back to her senses and try and work our shit out.

Till this day, she will look me in my eyes, and tell me that she didn’t get pregnant, but I feel like her ass was lying to me.

I felt like she had gotten pregnant, and she snuck her ass off, and got an abortion.

So yeah, she couldn’t trust me, and I didn’t trust her ass, so it was only right that we were right here in this courtroom, finalizing this divorce.

There was about two minutes of silence, and then judge Bowden quickly cleared his throat, and the glasses that had been resting on the bridge of his nose, he lifted them, so that they perfectly sat up on his face. After that, he began to read his ruling.

“Okay, so after reviewing the terms, and hearing from both parties, I’ll go ahead and share what the court has ruled on.

Before I do it, I do want to leave Mr. and Mrs. Crawford with a little word of advice in hopes that you listen to what I’m going to say, and ponder on it.

This could have been fixed. Mr. Crawford, I’ve known you for years because of the legal world that we are both in.

I know the kind of person you are. Mrs. Crawford, we’ve been in communication a few times over the years, and you have a kind heart, and a loving spirit.

Losing a child is never easy. I know the strain that it put on your marriage, which is why when the motion was filed for the divorce, I recommended that you two take therapy, just to see if it would bring you back to what it was in the beginning, but it didn’t happen that way.

Maybe the limit on you all’s love has reached, but I’m going to hope that it’s just temporary,” judge Bowden shared.

Neither one of us said anything. We kept quiet because this wasn’t our first time hearing someone say that we could have worked it out.

“On to the court’s ruling. Custody of your minor kids Legend Crawford and Creed Crawford will remain 50/50.

There was a parenting plan that Mrs. Crawford shared.

Mr. Crawford, you and your team agreed to it, so we will honor it.

Holidays, school breaks, including summer, thanksgiving, and Christmas breaks will all be shared time.

Mr. Crawford, you are ordered to remove any remaining vehicles from the marital residence within the next ten days.

Mrs. Crawford will continue to retain ownership of the home.

In this case, we have ruled out any spousal support or child support issued to either party, as both parties are financially independent, and can manage.

As far as the businesses that you two have, we’ve ruled that you two will continue to retain full control of your own businesses.

The jointly owned vacation properties, they will continue to have shared access, which is what both parties agreed on.

From here, this divorce is now finalized.

You two are no longer legally bound to one another,” judge Bowden concluded.

It was a clean cut, straight to the point kind of ruling.

Yaya had her own money. Just as I was a millionaire, running my business, I could say the same for her.

She wasn’t trying to come for a nigga’s pockets, and I wasn’t trying to come for hers.

I didn’t care about her keeping the house.

I wanted her there with my boys. It was a well-protected area.

I had about six of my cars still there in the driveway, and her petty ass wanted them gone, and as you can see, the judge told me that I had ten days to get them out of the driveway.

I wanted her to think that I didn’t give a fuck that this marriage had come to an end, so as soon as we leave this bitch, I was going to get on the phone with a tow company and have them tow away all my whips.

“You good, man?” Trent asked, putting his hand out, so that I could slap it up with him, and I did just that.

“I’m good. Thank you, bruh,” I assured him, and he nodded his head, letting me know that it wasn’t a big deal.