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I looked past him, and I could see Yaya, and her lawyer, and they were hugging each other.

I could only see Yaya from behind, and Taryn, her lawyer was rubbing her back.

I’m sure her dumb ass was crying. She asked for this shit, and now her ass had the nerve to be crying.

I just shook my head, and I let Trent know that I would see him tomorrow back at the office.

From there, I walked out of the building, and before I could make it over to my car, I ran into a few people that I knew, that I quickly chopped it up with.

I didn’t make it back to my car until fifteen minutes later.

I was standing in front of my two- tone black, and silver Mercedes- Benz S580 Maybach.

I loved this car. This was the car that I pushed about every day.

I had the privacy tents so dark that it was damn near illegal.

Standing with the keys in my hands, getting ready to unlock the door, I could hear the sound of heels clicking against the stone steps that led to the court building.

It was Soraya coming down. Her head had been down, watching herself closely as she took the stairs down, and the second she reached the bottom step, and she saw me standing there, she paused, as if she had to contemplate what her next move was going to be.

She was going to have to walk my way because her chalk-colored Porsche Cayenne coupe was parked in the same row as my car.

Her eyes looked up at me, she rolled them just like I knew she would, and she walked her slender frame over to me, and she surprised me when she didn’t do any petty shit, like pretending that she didn’t see me standing here, and choosing to walk right past me.

She stood just a few inches away from me, scratched at her head, and because we were face to face, I could see her eyes, and they were telling on her ass.

They looked almost swollen, and judging by how red they were, I knew that she had been crying.

“I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck are you crying for?” I shot. There was no hint of me being soft with her, offering any sympathy, none of that shit.

She didn’t answer my question. She just stood there, looking like the grown-up version of what Sarai would have looked like if she had made it this far in life.

Soraya was beautiful. Like, drop dead fuckin gorgeous.

She’s what the world would describe as afro- Latina.

Her mother was a beautiful black, dark skinned woman, and her father was Dominican.

Together, they’d created something so unique.

She stood up tall like a model. Soraya was 6 feet even.

She’s always been slim, but after carrying three children, you could see that she was slim/ thick.

Super tiny waist, hips that spread a little bit, and her ass wasn’t the biggest, but you couldn’t tell her that because she believed that that lil motha fucka would poke out when she walked.

Her brown eyes were soft, and innocent looking, but I knew there wasn’t shit innocent about her ass.

Her skin tone reminded me of a warm bronze color.

Her hair has always been long. Right now, she had it styled with a middle part, and with loose waves of curls.

The color of her hair was like a deep brown, with golden highlights throughout it.

Shit blended perfectly with her face. She had big, full lips that at one point used to kiss a nigga everywhere on my body.

If I moved on, and I started fuckin with someone else, any bitch that I entertained was going to be in their head and probably second guessing themselves because the woman that I was once with was damn near perfect.

“This the shit that I be talking about when I call you weird. You weird as fuck, and you like playing the victim. You filed for divorce. You had a nigga served at the crib with divorce papers. I showed up, so that you could get what the fuck you asked for, and now you walking out this bitch crying? Man, get the fuck on with that shit. You about to go home? I’m going to call a tow company, so that they can come get my cars out of the driveway! ” I snapped on her.

“Why do you have to do that right now? Just do it tomorrow!” she snapped back.

“My days of going out of my way and trying to appease you are over. I don’t make choices anymore for the benefit of you!” I snapped, and she groaned at that.

“Sevyn, please! And fuck you! When is the last time your black ass considered me, tried to appease me, and made a choice that was beneficial for me? Wrong bitch!” she fired back. I tugged on my chin hair, laughed a sarcastic laugh, and shook my head.

“Nah, right bitch!” I fired right back at her ass.

“And just for that, your ass not coming nowhere to get those fuckin cars! Keep playing with me, and I’ll auction all those fuckin cars off, and leave you with just the one that your standing in front of!

I keep telling your stupid ass that you got me confused with them hoes!

I birthed three kids for you, nigga! The least you could do is give me the proper respect by not calling me a bitch! ” she was on her way to crashing out.

“I’m not trying to hear all that shit. I’m calling a tow truck so that I can have my shit picked up, and out of your driveway.

You got good sense, Soraya. You know not to even touch my cars.

It wouldn’t end well in your favor. Because I don’t live there anymore, I can’t let the tow company through the gate, so are you going to be there, so that you can let them in?

I’ll come following behind them, so that a bunch of random niggas don’t have to be at the crib, while your by yourself,” I finished.

Even in separation, I still gave a fuck about her.

“Whatever,” was all she said, and then she walked away.

I watched her strut, doing that model walk that she easily possessed, hating that she had to have looked so fuckin good in that brown, Alexander McQueen suit.

I mean, she was wearing the fuck out of it.

It fit her body like it was made for her.

I picked my hand up, used it to run it down my face, as I thought to myself that this was only day one of this shit.

With the occupation that I had, that shit was already stressful enough.

I don’t know if I had the energy to have to get around my wife every day and argue with her ass about some bullshit.

Oh… correction, my ex-wife . I keep forgetting that I’m a single man now.