“Keep in mind, shorty was hurt by her husband. And even though we fucked like crazy, she was still a hurt woman in love. I tried to do everything to turn her, but she’s not that type of woman. On some real shit, that nigga Trae’s fuck up was my come-up. He didn’t deserve her.”

Dr. Gillis shook her head no as she stood up and pulled off her cashmere sweater. “I think I’m missing something, Kyron. How do you know he didn’t deserve her?”

“Oh, so I’m Kyron now? You’re getting comfortable with me. Huh, doc? I was Mr. Santos a minute ago. What else do you want to hear, doc?” Kyron glanced at the platinum Breitling on his arm.

Dr. Gillis was silent as she scribbled more notes onto her legal pad. She was writing too muthafuckin’ much as far as he was concerned. What the fuck is she writing? Probably shit like jealous, murder, infatuated, lust, and sex.

“So, what’s up, doc? What else do you want to hear? Can we end this shit now? I did my part.” He stood up. “You should have more than enough to do your report.”

“You’re right, Mr. Santos. We can end this session now. I think you now have a clearer idea as to what I want to hear. I expect you back into my office on this coming Tuesday. Is 1:00 fine?”

Chapter Sixteen

TRAE

This was just the first session. But could I blame her? Hell yeah! I mean, hell no. I don’t fuckin’ know! I hurt Tasha, I knew I did, but I damn sure didn’t expect her to pull a me on me. This shit hurt like a muthafucka.

I couldn’t get over what I just heard and saw. The disheartening part was watching Kyron talk about his relationship with my wife. Watching him express how good her pussy was to him. Him saying in a nutshell, that it was all my fault.

It was one thing to know your woman fucked a nigga, but another to actually see the video of it. I fumbled through the envelope; I still had about six or seven more sessions to go through, but I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to watch them. This was a living nightmare. I got out the van and began to pace. I tossed that unbreakable bullshit out the window.

Even though I was determined to make things right with Tasha, it just didn’t feel right hearing how they met, and especially listening to another nigga talking about fucking my wife. It damn sure didn’t turn me on. In fact, I was sick to my stomach. Could I even stand to watch the rest of the sessions?