“That was Harold. He’ll be landing in fifteen minutes. Do you mind if I drive the Wagoneer? I know he’ll probably have a lot of luggage,” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

“Sure, go ahead!”

“Why is the door locked?” Jermaine asked as he twisted the knob yet again.

After a few seconds he heard the toilet flush and faucet run before Eden unlocked the door.

“I didn’t realize I locked the door when I came in here. But I’m glad I did lock it because you almost caught me in the middle of my favorite guilty pleasure,”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Jermaine asked as he licked his lips seductively.

“Online shopping with your credit card,” Eden laughed as she held up her phone screen showing the Louis Vuitton website. “I spoke with Eve while you were talking to Harold. She wanted me to come over, but I told her, I’d have to do a rain check. I’m not feeling the best,” Eden said as she pulled on a T-shirt and climbed on the couch.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired. With all the flights I’ve had to take for work for the International Offices, I’m just drained. Go get Harold. I’ll be here when you get back,” Eden said as she grabbed the remote.

“Call me if you need anything,” Jermaine shouted over his shoulder as he quickly walked out the door.

“What the fuck are you doing? You just got your wife back about ninety days ago. Think with your big head,” His brain said as he got behind the wheel of his wife’s second car.

He wanted to listen, but try as he might, he couldn’t. He couldn’t go back in the house to the woman he chose to love, honor, and obey and he couldn’t turn Envy down either.

“Stupid! Stupid!” He said as he slapped the steering wheel. Thoughts of the conversation he and Eden had before she came back home played in his head.

“Do I have to worry about you and Envy again? I-”

“No Eden. I put that on mama. That was a mistake, and it’ll never happen again,”

Three months ago, when he said those words, he meant them with every fiber of his being. But today, as he read Envy’s location, he knew his words were a blatant lie. As grim as it sounded, he was glad that his brother was dead, so Eden couldn’t seek revenge.

Envy spotted Jermaine behind the wheel of Eden’s Grand Wagoneer and wanted to burst into laughter. She sprayed a healthy amount of perfume on just to make sure the scent lingered in the car.

“You should really win husband of the year. Why are you driving her Jeep, instead of yours?” Envy asked quizzically.