Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

I only cheated for retaliation and nothing more! I enjoyed Kyron’s time and attention, but I was on a mission. A mission that consisted of showing hell has no fury like a woman scorned! Trae was going to feel my fuckin’ wrath. But he, on the other hand, cheated for different reasons that broke my heart and fucked up my mental something serious. I had dealt with a lot of shit from Trae, but him fucking with Charli and getting her pregnant was the ultimate betrayal. He made me feel so low, lower than I had ever felt in all the years I had been with him and I was pissed about that.

TRAE

“You know we got shit to address. We need to get it out because if we don’t, if some new bullshit gets thrown our way, our marriage is going to have a hell of a time trying to withstand it.”

Tasha pushed me away. “Trae don’t start. As long as you don’t try to blame everything on me. I never want you to forget that it was you who started the shit. And no, I don’t feel the best about what we both did. And I’m sure that you feel some kind of way, but I was just following the leader. You led and I followed.”

“Tasha, you fucked a nigga and got into a relationship! Am I still fucked up about it? Yes. But it is what it is. I’m not even on that no more.”

“Trae. Oh, my God. Baby. Do you hear what you’re saying? You’re conveniently leaving out how you fucked a bitch and got her pregnant. Which would likely have been a relationship, if I hadn’t ended it by trying to kill the bitch and that fucking bastard that she was carrying. And not to mention you fucked the other bitch, or have you tell it, got drugged by another bitch who fucked you. Yeah. You didn’t think I knew about that? Then you gave me some shit that I had to take pills for. That shit could’ve been HIV, syphilis or some shit like that, so again, don’t get it twisted.” She poked me in the chest. “It’s funny that you can’t let this shit go, but when you were doing it to me it was fine? I agree, a man can’t take it when a woman does to him what he did to her. You fucked me over, and I did the same in return so let’s just call a spade a spade. You need to be glad I’m still here.”

The fuck? Tasha was talking to me on some straight G shit. I didn’t know if I should be pissed right now or turned on.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”