He was the cheating star who I found out about last week and still hadn’t had a chance to confront. What were the chances that right as the meeting with Clyde and Lawrence was wrapping up last Tuesday, Jeremy would get a call that stopped us all. Mother Hayden had passed away from a blood clot that was the result of her hip surgery.

That news sent me and Jeremy to our knees. That night, we prayed together and cried, too. Mother Hayden was one of the major reasons why Jeremy was even where he was.

There’d been no time after that. I didn’t want to bring up Katrina as Jeremy packed to accompany Mother Hayden’s body to her home in Birmingham. That had been her wish and he’d stayed in Alabama with the family, ministering to them, helping them make final plans for the woman he loved like a mother. He’d called me every day since he’d boarded the plane last Wednesday to keep me posted and to share his grief.

There were moments when I was on the phone with him that I was reminded of the man I’d fallen in love with. And during those times, my heart went out to him and I tried to pass him strength through my prayers.

But then, there were the other times when I just wanted to hang up because the image of him in bed with Katrina was just too much for me to bear.

It was just a bizarre time. Why would Jeremy and I be apart right now? Why would Mother Hayden pass away at this moment? Was God trying to tell me something?

What made it worse was that for the six days since I'd confronted my husband's side-piece, I hadn’t told a single person about my discovery. For more than one hundred and forty-four hours, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to talk to anyone, not Dru, not Jada, not my mom...not until I could talk to Jeremy. He had to be the first one.

I’d held onto that thought, that belief...until last night. Because that was when Jeremy told me he’d definitely be home tomorrow since the funeral was today. That meant we would be face-to-face in a little more than twelve hours. And now, after waiting for so long, I was afraid. What was I supposed to say to him? And once I said it, what would this all mean?

Those questions were the reasons why I was making this right turn into the parking garage of Dru’s building. I maneuvered into one of the visitor’s spots, locked my car, then pressed the buzzer to gain entry.