Chapter 8: Consequences

                                    

                                          
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Andrea
                          
It's a cool afternoon and I am sitting across from Marcus and his lawyer. He is trying his best to get my attention with his tears. My lawyer taps my shoulder.
                          
"Did you hear the offer?"
                          
"I heard it and I don't care. Sign the papers Marcus." He looks like a wounded puppy.
                          
"Andrea I said I was sorry. Why can't we work this out?" He is starting to irritate me. I rub my temples to calm myself.
                          
"Just sign the papers damn! I don't want an apology!" My lawyer clears her throat.
                          
"I don't want a divorce! Why can't you see that you need me just like I need you? Dammit Andrea where are you going to go?" My leg started shaking from pure rage.
                          
"Let me put your ass back into reality! First of all you ruined this not me so do not pretend that I wouldn't leave your ass! You knew that it was a possibly if I caught you cheating! I have been by your side for years! I was faithful and not once have I stepped outside our marriage for some random ass dude! So how many bitches have you slept with?! Huh?!"
                          
"Just the-"
                          
"Don't you dare lie to me!" I stand up and slam my hand on the table.
                          
"Ms. Moore please calm down." Kenya, my lawyer, steps in. Marcus looks at her and speaks up.
                          
"Her name is Mrs. Whitley! Andrea please just think about this."
                          
"I don't need time to think. Sign these fucking papers or I will take you for all you got!"
                          
"You wouldn't... It's not in you. You love me!" He frantically adjusts his grey tie.
                          
"No muthafucka! I fell in love with Marquees Whitley. You have all these people fooled into thinking you fit in and that you are so damn perfect when the truth is I made you! The suits you wear, I pick them out! The barber shop you go to every week, I schedule those damn appointments! It's all me! From the brand of body wash to the damn slogan that got your stupid ass elected! I did it! But I never took that shine from you because it made you feel like a man and all I asked was to be by your side as your wife. For you to stand behind the vows we took and you couldn't even give me that. So fuck you! Now sign the damn papers Marcus!"
                          
Bree
                          
"In other news tonight, the power couple Marcus and Andrea Whitley have released a statement confirming their divorce. Details are sketchy as to why the sudden split but private sources say that Infidelity was the culprit. Citizens are wondering what mayor Marcus Whitley will do in this time of heartbreak."
                          
"That's a damn shame..."
                          
"What are you talking about Harley?"
                          
"I'm talking about how couples don't last these days. It seems like nobody wants to settle down. I bet she was the one who cheated." I laugh a little.
                          
"That's true but I have met her and I don't think she was the cheater. I was out with little man a while ago and we ran into her. She looked broken. Her eyes were puffy... She just looked so damn defeated. Now I'm no relationship expert but I'm sure anger follows after heartbreak, so I'm sure she filed for a divorce. He probably crying right now, while she sitting around mad as hell."
                          
"Look at you analyzing stuff like a grown up!."
                          
"Woman I been grown." We playfully push each other, all of a sudden my phone vibrates. It's just a Kik message so I  dismiss it.
                          
"Babe, where is your pepper?" Kayla is cooking me dinner.
                          
"Umm did you look in the pantry?" I smirk because I know that she just wants me look at her ass in those booty shorts. I'm not complaining because them legs look like they can go on forever. I get up and walk to the pantry. I reach up and I grab it.