He had never known this level of anger, but he would use it to fuel the ass whooping he had for Envy. Pulling his phone out, he opened his text app to send Envy a quick text. There was no need to call, because he knew she wouldn’t answer. His hands shook as he typed the short message.

Text to unsaved number: Bitch, when I see you, you’re dead

There was no need to mince words. Exiting the app, he dialed his wife. He knew that she probably wouldn’t answer, but he still needed to hear her voice, even if it was from her voicemail.

“Why the fuck are you calling me?”

Eden’s high-pitched voice caught Jermaine off guard. He hoped she would, but he wasn’t expecting her to answer the call. In all actuality, he planned to take a scalding hot shower to wash the scent and feel of jail off of him then drive over to Marie’s to speak to his wife.

“Edy look, I messed up. I know that. This is a lot for me to process. But I’m willing to work through this. I’m willing to go to counseling. We can speak with an adoption agency-”

“Adoption agency? Jermaine, are you an idiot? The moment I drove three hours to hop on your daddy’s dick, I was 100% done with you. Did you really think that we could or that I would be interested in working anything out with you? I’m not. You started this shit, and I ended-”

“Ended what? Bitch, you ended what? Did you think I’d let you get away from me? You’re not going nowhere until I’m ready to free your stupid ass.”

“Isn’t that what Jerry said to your dead mama?”

Jermaine’s heart stopped. He never expected Eden to say something so venomous and cold.

“Eden, I-”

“You are always a victim Jermaine. I hope you get exactly what you deserve. A cop is escorting me and Eve over there to get my things. I’ll see you in divorce court,” Eden said before ending the call.

For the first time since his mother and brother were murdered, Jermaine felt completely alone. Eden had been the one person that he knew would always be in his corner, and now she was gone. The sinking feeling threatened to consume him whole. Yes, he still had a phone filled with beautiful women to keep him company, but they were just that, company. Something to do to pass the time.

“I need to figure out a way to get this baby out of the picture and get my wife back,” Jermaine said as he put his key in the lock of his front door.

As soon as he stepped into his home, he wanted to run back outside. The smell of putrefied meat was so rancid that his eyes watered and he gagged.