My Woman His Wife Saga (26 page)

I was released from the hospital three days later with well wishes from the staff, tons of literature to look at for my pregnancy, and a whole lot of stress and anxiety thinking about what I was gonna do since I was carrying twins from what was literally a late morning quickie with two guys I hardly even knew.

At three months, I had a ways to go before I would begin buying anything, and I hoped that the time would go by as quickly as possible. I still couldn't believe I was pregnant with another set of twins, and I couldn't help but wonder how Jalil and Jaden would feel. But for obvious reasons, that was the least of my worries. Yes, it had just been them for the last four years. They were not accustomed to competing with other kids for our attention, but I was sure that wasn't the only problems I was facing. My mind was all over the place. I had to plan their birthday party in another two months, and Lord knew I didn't feel like being around a bunch of kids with a huge belly.

James had been extra attentive, but I was still not open to him. Yeah, I had now probably fucked up a whole lot worse than he had, but I was still bitter about everything that had went down between Sheila, James, and Monica.

Truth be told, I was ready to go home, but not to the home I already had. I was ready to start our life in a new place, but we had just bought our house five years ago. Although the events of late were overwhelming, we had so many memories in that house. I didn't know when, if ever, I'd get past it.

I still saw the image of Monica, Sheila, and James on my table when I walked in the door, but it was becoming a mere shadow, not as vibrant as my first time back home. The voices were getting quieter, and I truly did think we'd get through this. We had to. We had children to consider. But what was weird is that I had begun to replay the sexual payback stunt that I had pulled with Donnie and Rahmel. Damn! It had felt good getting fucked by two men at the same time, but I knew in many ways I would forever be cursed by that act of revenge.

James and I weren't in the house for two minutes before someone was ringing the doorbell. James made sure I was comfortable on the couch before he went to answer the door. I propped my feet up on a few pillows and leaned my head back on the arm rest so I could rest my eyes for a few seconds.

For a second it sounded like James was arguing with someone at the door, but I wasn't really sure. I got up off the couch and made my way to the door only to receive the shock of my life.

“Monica, what are you doing here?” I had to force myself to keep my mouth from hanging wide open. I wanted to see her, but not now. The pain was still too new.

“Jazz, I came to apologize to both of you, and to talk to you personally. I just figured the longer we waited, the harder it would become to get past this problem. I wanted you to hear my side of the story.”

Before I could say anything James was pushing me back into the house and closing the door. Monica just stood there like she was about to cry, but I held the door just before it closed shut. I had to hear what she had to say.

“James, we should at least hear her out.”

“Baby, I don't want that woman in my house. She's the reason why we're in the shit we're in.”

“No, you wanting to be greedy is the reason why we're in this shit. Open the damn door. We need closure.”

I knew this could be the biggest mistake I ever made in my life, but I needed to hear what she had to say. Maybe if I looked her in the eye, I could understand how she had so much power over people to make them do things they really didn't want to do. There was no denying her skills in the bedroom. On that note she was a phenomenal woman. When she was around you couldn't think rationally. For my own curiosity, I just needed to know.

“You better make this quick, and make this your last damn visit. You're not welcome here,” James said to her as I walked away from the door and resumed my position on the sofa. I didn't offer her a drink or anything because I didn't want her to get comfortable. She needed to state her purpose and keep it moving.

“Monica, what brings you here today?” As she made herself comfortable on the loveseat, I noticed the bulge in her shirt. It could easily be overlooked if you weren't looking for it, but I was dead on it. This bitch was pregnant by my husband, or so we assumed.

“Jazz, first I want to apologize for all the problems I've caused your family. I should have gone about trying to get you in a better manner.”

James and I looked at each other and back at her. I didn't think she would come right out and say that she wanted me. I thought for sure she would deny it and take it to her grave, but then again, Monica never failed to amaze me.

“So, you're saying what exactly?”

“I'm saying that I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you, and I thought if I could get close to you maybe I would have a chance. Sheila put it in my head that I could get you if I tried hard enough. She set everything up from the beginning. It was her idea to come here. I would have never thought of it. I could have easily had either of you over at my house.”

Still speechless, James and I sat wide-eyed and stared at her like she was a television set. I couldn't believe what she was saying, and if I wasn't there to hear it, no one could have ever convinced me.

“So Sheila put it in your head that it was cool to climb your ass up on my table? Better yet, tell me, Monica, how many times did you and James see each other before I became involved?” I had agreed to move past that, but something was telling me that James wasn't being straight with me. That was our biggest problem, the fact that we were never straight up with each other. But oh well, I still needed to hear it from the horse's mouth.

“We started seeing each other maybe six weeks before he finally decided he would ask you, but we slept together at least thirty times before that night. James couldn't get enough of me.”

“And since that night?” I don't think I really wanted to know the answer, but my mouth said it anyway. A part of me did want to know, but another part would rather do without the details.

“We got together at least twice a week. Sheila had him too.”

James just put his head down in his hands and shook it from side to side. My breathing felt labored, but I needed to know one more thing.

“Monica, how many months are you?”

“About five-and-a-half.”

Before I had a chance to react, James jumped up off the couch beside me and knocked Monica backward out of the chair. By the time I got up he had already punched her in her face once, and I had to practically jump on his back to keep him from swinging again. I don't know where the strength came from, but I was able to pull him up and stand between them so Monica could get up off the floor. She looked stunned, and even though I hated her, I hoped nothing happened to her or her baby. It wasn't the child's fault.

“Get the fuck out of my house! Get the fuck out!” James kept yelling it at the top of his lungs as Monica made her way to the door slowly.

“Jazz, don't be mad at James. He was at my house as much as you were.”

Now it was James's turn to hold me as I charged at her like a bull. She was able to open and shut the door before I could get to her, and by the time I got the door open I could see her making her way to her car. She turned and looked at me and stopped me dead in my tracks with her words.

“Oh, Jasmine, I forgot to mention that you really look good since I last saw you. I don't know what it is, but maybe it's those
private personal training sessions
that you've been having at your house with the twins Donnie and Rahmel from Bally's. Girl, whatever you do, keep those personal one-on-one sessions going because they really got your body looking tight!”

After she said that there was dead silence as I could not believe that those bitch ass twins from the gym had opened up their mouths and gossiped like straight-up bitches!

I wanted to literally kill Monica for having pulled my card like that. But I had to give it up to her, the bitch was vindictive as hell and she was good at it.

James looked at me with a confused look on his face.

I shook my head and asked, “What the hell is she talking about?”

Then all I could hear was her car screeching down the street. I just fell to my knees in the doorway and cried, not knowing what to do next. I would be paying her ass a visit. That was for sure. I just hoped I could be civil when I saw her again. Yeah, we were all at fault, but this entire situation just pissed me off. I was hoping that James didn't question me about what Monica had said about the twins training me.

Thankfully, somehow we made our way up to the bedroom where we lay in silence for what felt like hours. I don't know if either of us were ready for what was said, especially me. I was upset that she put James out there, but I was even more upset that she told him my business. And I was even more livid with the twins from Bally's.

Yeah, I had already told James what I wanted him to know, and I'm sure he did the same, but I guess now he knew where all of my panties had been disappearing to.

As I lay next to my husband, I tried to think of what my parents would do in a situation like this. My heart was telling me they would stay together. I needed to move back home. This incident would stay between us, and it was as simple as that. And I would keep my sins a secret for as long as I could.

I rolled over to face James, and he looked just as lost as I did. The only way to get our marriage back on track was for me to move back home and deal with our problems together.