His Work Wife (3 page)

“What? So it’s my fault that you stuck ya dick in another woman?” I yelled as I approached him again. “Nigga, you must be outta yo’ rabbid ass mind. Don’t try to turn this shit around on me! You fucked because it was what you
wanted
to do!”

“No… that’s… that’s not what I meant.  I’m just saying if you hadn’t called her we wouldn’t have even thought about it.”

Okay nah see, now he was playing with my intelligence
.  While he continued to dig a deeper hole for himself, I slowly crept toward the bedroom door. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to get the sharpest knife I could find and gut his ass from his nuts all the way to his throat. I assumed he knew where I was headed because he grabbed me, pinning me down on the bed.

“Presley, I’m not letting you go to the kitchen. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be forced to hurt you,” he cried.

“Fuck you! What do you mean you don’t wanna be forced to hurt me?! You did it all on your own, Ty! You HURT me! You HURT me,” I whimpered. “How did you think I was going to react?”

“I don’t know, but at least I told you. I could be like most men and keep on with the lies.”

“Well, since you admitting shit, how many times did you fuck her? Did you use a condom? Is that who you are with when you claimed to be working late? Did she make you feel better than I do? What it is about her that would convince you to betray me? ” I quizzed.

I had so many questions and wasn’t too sure I wanted to know all of the answers. I mean, I always thought that if my man was cheating, I would rather him tell me than to lie. Trust me, that shit was a lie. I think I would’ve been better off not knowing.

“Baby, it was only one time and I did use protection. I know I hurt you, Presley, but it will never happen again. I promise.”

I didn’t know what came over me, but I was numb. I think I was hyperventilating. Whatever it was, I was no longer conscious. All of this was just too much. My husband had placed his dipstick in someone else’s pan. I could feel Ty’s weight lift off me as he kissed my forehead. His tears rained down on me as repeatedly whispered, “Presley, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Momentarily, I felt a sense of comfort in his arms, but he was the one who had hurt me and I was mad about it.  I opened my eyes and kept them on him as I removed myself from his embrace.

“Don’t touch me. I need you not to touch me!”

“I just wanted to hug you,” he replied.

Shockingly, I gazed at him. “You wouldn’t have to hug me if you had not been the one to hurt me in the first damn place!”

I needed to get out of there with him. I got dressed and grabbed my keys.

“Where are you going? You don’t need to be driving while you are upset like this.”

I didn’t answer him.
How dare he try to show concern for me now
? Was he concerned when he was running up in Kadeema’s old skunk-pussy? No! I didn’t give a fuck about Ty at the moment. I needed to get out of there so I could talk to my sister in peace.

I dialed Jani’s number as soon as I drove around the corner. She needed to know what her sorry ass brother-in-law had done.

“Hello?”

“He did it, Jani. He fucked her!” I spewed as I began to cry again.

“Wait… What? Presley, how do you know? You found some concrete evidence?” she asked.

“Yeah, HE’S the proof. He admitted it to me a few minutes ago! That Wallace and Gromit looking bitch was lying when she spoke with me that day. She told me everything she knew I needed to hear!” 

Yeah, I was talking bad about this hoe. I didn’t know what she looked like right now, but whatever she looked like, she wasn’t shit compared to me! I bet that!

“Tuh! Okay, dial her number,” Jani demanded.

I dialed her number all right, but her voicemail came on. Jani wasn’t expecting to leave a message, so I did it. As soon as I hear the beep, I lit into that ass.

“Kadeema, I know yo’ scary ass know it’s me calling. I know Ty has already warned you that I would be calling you. It’s cool though. I just wanted to let you know that Tyrone has admitted to everything! And you know what? You’s a stupid bitch for fucking with a married man AGAIN! What? You think yo’ shit so good you can make a nigga up and leave his family? Bitch Boom! I got news for you, yo’ shit don’t get any wetter that the next bitch’s! I’mma let you marinate on that one. Feel free to call me back if your balls hang low enough! BITCH!”

“Damn, sis!  Shit, if I was her, I’d be scared. You went in on her. I hope she does not call you back because I am not there to keep you from driving to go and choke a bitch,” Jani chuckled.

She was right. I probably shouldn’t have gone off like that, but that was a typical reaction. It was never the other woman’s fault that a man released his inner whore, but it didn’t hurt any less.  I knew it was a mistake as soon as I called her.  In my opinion, I should’ve never allowed the side chick to hear me cry over a muthafucka who was playing us both. But fuck it, I was the wife. She knew about me, but I didn’t know shit about her. She could take a back seat right now.

“Jani, I am so angry. Why would he do this to me? Aren’t I enough? I do everything for this man and he goes and gives himself to someone else that doesn’t have his best interest at heart? I don’t get it,” I bawled.

“I know, sweetie, but it may not be anything you did or didn’t do per se.  Men are just selfish and greedy.”

Just as Jani was talking, my phone beeped. “Jani, that’s her calling back.”

“Uhn uh… call that bitch on three-way!”

Jani wasted no time. As soon as she heard her voice, she calmly started speaking. “Hello Kadeema, this is Jani, Presley’s sister. Can I ask you a question? How fun is it to be the side bitch? I mean, you must really think you are doing something by being second choice. Well, yeah whatever, you don’t know me, but you will if you fuck with my sister. LIKE I SAID IF YOU FUCK WITH MY SISTER, I. WILL. FUCK. YOU. UP!  And trust me, you and no one in your family want that problem!”

“Omg! WHO are you? I don’t even know you, lady, and you calling and threatening me? Are you white? You sound like a white girl,” Kadeema carefully pointed out.

“Umm… no, idiot, I’m not white. But, I can assure you that if I have to whoop your ass, you will know I’m black! How ‘bout that for being white?” Jani concluded as she hung the phone up in Kadeema’s face.

As soon as Jani hung up, she said, “Bitch, I’m on my way. You don’t need to be by yourself right now. I’ll meet you at the house and Ty better NOT jump fly with me because I will fuck him up, too!”

I headed home, but the entire time I drove, I was crying. I had no idea the day would start like this. What happened? We were about to make love and then I found out that he was cheating. In hindsight, I had always known. For the last three months, I knew it. I could feel it.  I was too upset to continue to drive. I had to pull over and get it together.  I leaned forward, resting my head on the steering wheel, attempting to stop the tears from splashing on my pants. As I sat there, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Presley, this is Kadeema. I just wanted to call you and see if you are okay.”

“Bitch! No, I’m not okay! You’ve been fucking my husband! So let me ask you, were you fucking him when we spoke back in March?” I questioned.

“Presley, I didn’t go after Ty,” she replied. “He approached me and I didn’t know about you until you called.”

“Bitch, you lying! You and Keisha’s retarded looking ass are friends. She knew he was married. I know she told you because she’s fucking with another married man, too. Birds of a feather usually fucking flock together!”

“Well, no, I had no idea like I said earlier.”

“Well, that is not what
HE
told me. But really, y’all are both some lying sacks of shit!” I snarled. “I don’t know what to believe. But what I do know for sure is that you fucked my husband!”

“What do you mean he told you? I’ve been covering for his ass and he goes and tells you everything?”

A part of me wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. My heart wouldn’t give way to the bullshit I was hearing.  This chick sounded so asinine.

“Yeah, he told me. Now ask yourself how much he really cares about you! He didn’t have to admit anything to me. He did it because he wanted to,” I retorted smugly.

“Presley, it was never supposed to go this far. I told him how fucked up he made me feel when he left me at three in the morning to come home to you. My feelings are involved. I love him and I won’t apologize for that.”

My body began to tremble. Did this second-hand, thrift store bitch just tell me she loved my husband? Oh, Lord! I wasn’t expecting that. The tears I tried so hard to avoid had found me.

See, this was why it is never a good idea to call the other woman. Those hoes said shit intentionally to hurt you. I didn’t know how I did it, but I pulled myself together.

“Kadeema, let me tell you something,” I spewed. “I don’t know if you make it a habit to destroy families, but eventually, somebody’s wife is going to fuck you up! You told me your ex-husband was married when you met him and that he cheated on you with the next bitch. You don’t think Tyrone will do the same thing? What? You think you fuck him so good that he will leave his family for the likes of you?”

“I never asked him to leave and…”

“No, you just figure you could persuade him to leave if you opened up and bent over! It’s bitches like you that give real women like me a bad name.”

“Okay, Presley, I’m not gon’ be too many more bitches,” she replied, irritated. “I said I was sorry for how all of this unraveled. What more do you want me to say?”

I almost released a hearty laugh.  She really didn’t know who she was fucking with. Ain’t no way in hell I was ‘bout to let this dusty ho handle me. Bitch, please!
Let me go ahead and rip the runway with this chick.

“Ka-dee-ma… I’mma need you to not get cute with me! Trust… I am so not the one right now. You will be every bitch I can think of if that’s my choice because you are FUCKING MY HUSBAND!!!” I yelled. “I’m not all here right now and I will come up to Donovan Tools and Supply and beat NEXT week’s shit out of you! Trust!”

“Okay,” she chuckled. “Well, I’m sure Ty doesn’t think I’m a bitch. As a matter of fact, that’s why I love him. He respects and treats me like a queen.”

I could hear her smiling through the phone and I wanted to jump through the phone line and kick a knot in her ass.

“Kadeema, I don’t give two fucks about how he treats you! Do you hear yourself? He doesn’t respect you! He doesn’t respect either of us. He’s hurting both of us and you are sharp as a marble if you can’t see it!”

I couldn’t believe this sack-sucker. The sad thing was he made her feel this way, so she believed it. My husband made his work wife feel more important than me.

“Well, he loves me and I love him. Honestly, I’m relieved you know now because I ain’t gon’ stop seeing him,” she declared.” Besides, I know he is not happy with you and Mimi can make him happy.”

“Mimi?”

Why was she talking about herself in third person though?

“Yeah, that’s his little nickname for me,” she gloated.

“Yeah, well, I have a nickname, too… it’s WIFE,” I reminded her. “And what do you mean you know he’s not happy? Oh, lemme guess, he’s told you he loves me, but not IN love with me? We don’t sleep together either, right? I mean, those
are
the favorite lies married men tell.”

“Actually, we try not to discuss his life with you because it stresses him out. The only time he says anything about you is when it’s in reference to him leaving you. He wants to make sure Darren and Tyler are taken care of before he leaves because you never have a job.”

Oh, HELL NAW! This bitch knew entirely too much damn much about my damn family and me. This chick was calling MY babies by their names like SHE fucking had them. I couldn’t. This bastard was having pillow talk about me and shit! Dizzy bastard.

I seriously didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I had to pinch myself, hoping that I would wake up from this nightmare, but no such luck. One moment, we were happy and being crowned the cutest couple, and now we were strangers in the night. I never wanted to physically kill anyone, but this sea-monkey looking bitch made me wanna gauge her eyeballs out and hang ‘em in Ty’s truck like a pair of dice. This was when I knew it was time for me to hang up. Nothing good was going to come from me having those types of thoughts, so I hung up on her triflin’ ass.  I knew that if I continued to entertain her whore-ish ass, it would only lead to me doing something really heinous to her. As mad as I was, she wasn’t worth it.

Chapter Five: Presley

The next morning as I drew my first breath, I was already in tears. I tried desperately not to cry in front of the boys, but the pain was unbearable. Looking at Darren and Tyler made it even worse. They were so innocent. They didn’t deserve for their family to be out of sorts like this.

I held myself together long enough to get the boys off to school. Slowly, I walked back to our townhouse. With each step, my feet felt heavier. I was heavier. My heart was heavier. Somehow, I managed to make it to my bathroom. I glared at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look the same as I did before he admitted his affair to me. As my tears attempted to cleanse my soul, I snapped.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!!!! You BASTARD!” I screeched, “Whyyyy???!!!!”

I knocked all toiletries onto the floor, lotions and perfumes scattered across the floor. I didn’t care. I was hurt. Ty came busting into the bathroom as I slid down the wall.

“Presley! What is wrong with you?”

“YOU! You are what’s wrong with me!” I shouted. “I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!”

In that moment, I was reliving it again and I did hate him. I hated him because I loved him so much. Just the thought of him freely giving what was supposed to be just for me made me sick.  I broke loose from his grasp and began to wail on him wildly.

“Presley,” he yelped. “Stop hitting me!”

We tousled as Ty grabbed me placing me in an uncomfortable bear hug. I struggled to break free as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“Presley, I know you mad at me, baby, but you can’t do this. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Oh,
NOW
you don’t want me to get hurt?! Fuck you! Get away from me!”

I forcefully swung the door open and ran out. My heart was breaking into a million pieces and I didn’t like it. I lay on my bed and bawled my eyes out. I began to question myself. Was something wrong with me? Did he not love me anymore? Was he not attracted to me anymore? I didn’t even know what she looked like. Was she prettier than me? What did she do that I didn’t do? Did she fuck him better? Why did I feel as if the walls were closing in on me? Nah, fuck that! This wasn’t about me. I was as sexy as they fucking came. My hair flowing down my back, beautiful skin, dreamy eyes, ass and hips and pretty feet would make any man happy. Tyrone was just stupid as fuck. He never had a bitch like me and he never would.  I wondered what this bitch looked like. I
BET
she didn’t come close to me.

“Presley?”

Ty softly tapped me on my shoulder as I jerked away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

He was sorry? I was so fucking tired of him saying he was sorry. We both knew the only reason he was sorry was because he got caught.  He couldn’t manage his shit. That is what happened. Ugh! I wasn’t in my right mind at the moment. I needed to get out of here. I packed an overnight bag and left.

“Where are you going?” Ty questioned as he followed me out of the door.

“Away from your cheating ass!”

“What about the boys? You know I gotta go to work,” he reminded me.

“Naw, what you
have
to do is stay yo’ ass here and play Mr. Mom for the fucking day. Especially, since I do it all day, every day. You can go one day without seeing your bitch I am sure! She’ll still be there tomorrow,” I replied as I slammed the door. 

*

I opened the door to my room and swung my bag across the room, closing the door behind me. Here I was all alone in a damn motel. Motels were for fucking… not for me to escape from my husband. I needed to clear my head and I couldn’t do that in his presence. It was too difficult for me to resist fucking him up when he least expected it. Little did he know the
only
reason he was still breathing was because I
made
myself leave. That other voice in my head was telling me to steal Cora’s gun, go home, shoot him in the dick, and watch him bleed out. So yeah, I had to leave.

As I sat on the edge of the king sized bed, I noticed I’d begun to cry again. Actually, I wasn’t sure I’d ever stopped. My world was moving in slow motion and I had no control right now.

I cried myself to sleep several times but was smothered by visions of Ty making love to that bitch. I could see him licking and dicking her down like he did me. Oh my God, this was torture. The thought of him with his head buried between her legs made me want to kill myself. I couldn’t do this. Every time I closed my eyes, I was taunted by the two of them fucking like rabbits. I had to get some sleep. I popped two Excedrin PM’s and drifted into a gray area. For the first time today, I felt nothing.

The next morning, I woke up hoping this had all been a nightmare, but no such luck. The fact that I was posted up in a motel room was proof of my reality. I checked my cell phone to see Ty had called thirty times and left twenty messages.  After I took the Excedrin PM’s, I didn’t hear my phone. Honestly, I had no desire to hear his sorry ass excuse as to why he has betrayed me.

When I walked through the door, Ty was waiting for me.

“Hi,” he greeted.

I didn’t respond. First things first, I needed to say hello to my babies because this was the first night they have ever been away from me and it was all Tyrone’s fault. 

“Mommy!” they yelled in unison.

“Hey, babies, I missed you guys,” I replied while hugging them both. “Were you good for daddy?”

They both nodded their little heads yes to my question. It was that moment when I realized what I needed to do about this situation.  Ty had a beautiful family and if he’d rather throw it all away for a piece of musty, work ass, then he didn’t deserve us.

I returned to the second floor where he was crying crocodile tears.

Fuck that!
Why was he crying?

My nerves were too fucked up for this. I had to stand my ground. I looked him in his eyes as I said, “You need to leave.”

Tyrone leaned forward, wiping his tears as he responded. “Are you serious, Presley? You really just gon’ make a decision like this and allow it to affect our family without discussing it with me?”

I rubbed my forehead in disbelief. Were we on fucking Candid Camera? He had to joking. I was about to unleash the dragon on his ass.

“Tyrone Chambers! You fuck a bitch that you work with and I am the one who needs to think about the family? Were you thinking about us when you jumping up and down on that trick? Get the fuck outta here with that reverse psychology shit,” I spewed. “And you know what else? That rancid-ass hoe can HAVE yo ass!”

“A’ight! That’s what you want? You want me to leave?  Fine, Presley! Kadeema loves me and BEEN Trying to persuade me to move in with her!”

Tyrone knew he fucked up. Immediately, he began to apologize profusely. “Presley, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just got mad when you told me to leave. I’m so sorry.”

Just that quick, he stopped me in my tracks. Yeah, I was holding my own, but when he said she had wanted him to move in with her, it scared me. Why would he say that? Was he really thinking about leaving us? His words sent me into a hidden frenzy. However, I couldn’t let him know he had frightened me. I had to put my big girl panties on and handle my shit. “Okay, so fucking what?! Take yo’ ass over there with her then! Just make sure you take care of shit on this end or you not gon’ like me!”

“Presley, I don’t want to be with her! If I did, I would be there already!”

“Uhh… you aren’t doing me no fucking favors by being here! You have some fucking nerve! For the shit you doing, you may as well be gone!” I blurted.

Ty ran his fingers over his dark, wavy hair as he searched for the correct words to say. Finally, he followed me into the kitchen.  “Presley, I’m sorry. How many times do you want me to say it?”

“I dunno… how many times did you fuck her?” I interrupted.

“What?” he asked, baffled.

“However many times you laid up with that bitch is how many times you need to apologize,” I snarled. “So how long do you think you will be apologizing?”

“Okay, Presley. You want to attend counseling? I’ll do it,” he offered.

“NO, I don’t want to go to no damn counseling!” I yelled. “We tried that shit before and you fought me every step of the way! So fuck you AND yo damn counseling!”

“I know, I never wanted to go because it would be an admission of my guilt, but I’ll go if it means saving our marriage,” he explained.

Yeah right! What was counseling going to do? Show him how to keep his dick in his pants? Why would I believe anything that came from of his mouth? He had been lying to me for three months and doing it with a straight face. So what if he was only doing this to appease me? On the other hand, what if he was sincere? What if it worked and allowed us to restore trust and rebuild our marriage? Ugh, I felt stupid for considering the thought, but I owed it to my babies. If it were just me, then I would’ve been done with his ass.

Unfortunately, I had my two boys to think about. They loved their father and he loved them. Although he was the one who committed adultery, the courts would look at me as if I was the selfish one if I requested a divorce. I heard stories from friends who said they had problems with the judge when it came time for divorce proceedings. For whatever reason, the courts felt like the wife should’ve been the “forgiving” one to keep the family together, if at all possible. Besides, divorce was such a huge step. Though my pain was almost unbearable, I was just not ready to make that decision.

“You know what? Honestly, I don’t owe you a damn thing. Nor do I owe you a damn response just because you feel like this is what you want to do now. Let’s be clear, you only want to do this because you know it’s the final straw for you. You and I both know I have been to hell and back with you and your shit, but I can’t take this anymore!”

“So what are you saying, Presley? Do you or do you not want to attend counseling to save our family?” Ty grabbed my hand and placed it over his heart. “Presley, you know my heart doesn’t beat without you and the boys. You’re my family and I know I almost fucked it up, but baby, I’m trying. I just made a mistake.”

“No, cheating is a choice, not a mistake. You did this because it was simply what you wanted to do. With that being said, I’ll go to counseling for my boys, not because you asked me to.”