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  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 washed and dried my hands and pulled the envelope out of my Brahmin. Still stunned, I stepped out of the bathroom. I needed to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. There she was. Glowing. Happy. All cozy up under her man. The more I watched their exchange: how she looked at him, how he looked at her, the way he whispered in her ear, how her lips curled into a permanent smile. I knew one thing; she had it all. So, why in the hell did she need to fuck my man? Why in the hell did she need to fuck up my happy home? Her happy ass was the cause of all the damn drama from the day Kyron stepped foot out of that prison. This trick ass bitch didn’t deserve happiness. Her happiness was about to turn into sadness once I got finished with her. Fuck this, I now had a change of plans. Instead of giving it to Kay, I was giving the envelope burning a hole in my hands directly to Trae.

Chapter Seven

ANGEL

Lord have mercy! I called myself planning the perfect baby shower. The only drama I anticipated was with Rick and Kyra. And that was my own doing, and I could pretty much control it but come on! Why is Mari here? She came out of the bathroom, marched out to Trae then handed him an envelope and rushed back inside the bathroom. I knew she was up to some sneaky shit! Dammit Mari! A bitch like her made it hard for anyone to like or support her in her time of need. I banged on the door and made her open it but not before watching the exchange between Kay, Tasha and Trae. Now, me and her were huddled in the bathroom. She was crying, and I had no clue as to why, but still, I passed her Kleenex after Kleenex. The box was now damn near empty.

“Angel, you don’t have to lie. Whose baby is she carrying? I understand that she’s your best friend and everything. But you don’t have to lie.”

“Of course, she’s my girl. She’s like my sister, but lie about what?” I questioned. She gave me a knowing look. “Wait, you think it’s Kyron’s?”

“It has to be,” she cried.

“Do the math. Kyron passed seven or more months ago. Yes, it’s close, but not close enough. Plus, she had a DNA test done. So, chill out. It’s not his baby!” I handed her the last Kleenex. Where the fuck is her head? She gave me the look that said she didn’t believe me.