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Yazmine 
Spotted: Yazmine Carter without her Engagement Ring
Devonte Taylor's ex fiancée posts a serious of cryptic messages on her Instagram Story
Did He Cheat? 
Devonte Taylor refuses to comment on why he and his former sweetheart Yazmine Carter called it quits 
It was the same thing in every article I saw. The shaderoom was no better.
theshaderoom: Weeks after the breakup, Devonte Taylor can be seen out and about with a mystery girl. #NofaceNocase
madeyoulook98: who is she?
jasmineeeee___: He love these nobody ass bitches 😂
hautethot: I knew him and ol girl wouldn't last 
moneygangmarc: do this mean yaz dms open 🤔
I shook my head at the newest post on Tae, reminded of when our break up was the main source of attention.  
But the media soon got tired of me, and soon there were no more posts about me, or my posts, and there were no more blurry pics of me slapped across the tabloids. 
People forgot about me. Maybe if I had had a baby by him, I wouldn't have lost relevance. But since I was no longer dating a famous rapper, and I didn't jump to a new rapper after Tae, I became unimportant. 
It was refreshing in a sense. So refreshing that I began to imagine what it would be like if it was permanent. 
Of course, my parents weren't exactly keen on the public break up idea, until they saw how much attention shifted from me. 
Now they were Team Tae, especially because there were no more incidents of harassment or stalking. I tried to feel relieved but instead I felt like it was too good to be true, especially since the police still had nothing. Tae had someone doing digging but that had been unfruitful so far too. 
Therapy was going well. I was able to sleep without meds and my nightmares stopped. 
Graduation was just around the corner.
It semeed like so long ago when I was getting ready for Trey's graduation. And dreading seeing Devonte. I smiled. How the tables had turned. 
"Whachu think?" Tasha held up a white frilly dress. 
"Put that white girl shit down," I laughed. We were graduation shopping. We had to wear white dresses under our gowns, which I was realizing made dress shopping kind of hard.  I wanted something cute, but not frilly, and sexy, but not club. But it seemed like everything Tasha picked up was either sexy or frilly.  Since moving to Atlanta, I had been nervous I would lose all my social life, since all my friends were in Indy. So I was happy when Tasha told me she would be in town. 
I was grateful that living in Atlanta let me see my family more often though. Even my bad ass nephew. But my sister was about to start getting charged for all the babysitting I was doing. 
"Girl, let's just order our dresses online. These stores do not have anything," I complained as we left the store. I was stressed because I had waited so last minute to get a dress. 
"No, for real, they really don't. At this point I'm going to just get the next white dress I see because I'm tide."
Tasha and I walked out the mall, arms loaded down with shopping bags, but no graduation dresses.  "What time is your flight?" I asked her as we walked, searching for her car. I knew where my- well Tae's- car was. It was such an obnoxious nigga ass car it was hard to not notice it. 
Usually, I drove my own car, but until Tae invested in a more car seat-friendly car he would just switch with me. 
I actually did not like driving his car, because that man loved his cars. I was a pretty good driver but it's not like I never hit a curb or two. The last thing I needed was to bang into something and mess up his nigga car. That's why I drove the less expensive of his fleet. Yes, he had multiple nigga cars and none of his cars had more than 2 doors.