Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX,XXI, XXII, XXIII, XXIV “I wish you were here to tell me what to do…” I took another swig from Carmen’s engraved flask and continued spilling my soul. “…you knew how to handle stuff like this. You know how to make things better.” I sat atop of Carmen’s grave, nothing but the … Continue reading Whores & Wives XXV
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII “I can’t continue to go on like this; living these lies, navigating these webs of deception….my life is falling apart!” I sobbed in Dr. Sanchez’s office. “Well, we knew this was coming. We tried to tackle it head on, but it’s okay that we did not. It’s too late … Continue reading Whores & Wives XXIV
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX , XXI, XXII, “You’ve been at my house nearly three weeks and you haven’t done a damn thing. Have you even seen your daughters?” Ameya didn’t try to hide her annoyance … Continue reading Whores & Wives XXIII
You will recieve a return wherever you intentionally invest your energy. Stop gossiping about folk then getting mad when they gossip about you - that's your harvest. Stop scheming against others and being surprised when things always seem to turn against you - that's your harvest. Stop lying all the time while having the nerve … Continue reading The Reaping….what do you sow?
I've always been a gentle person when it comes to dealing with other people. I know what it's like to feel unwanted, tolerated, and shunned so I make it my duty to treat others as kind as I possibly can because I might be the only kindness they experience that day. These days, people celebrate … Continue reading Kindness should be…earned?
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX It’d been a week since the funeral and I still hadn’t returned to work. Instead, I saw the girls off to school, Derrick Michael off to work, and I climbed back in bed with the goal of remaining undisturbed. Except my … Continue reading Whores & Wives [X]
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII This installment features characters from my other series, The Unexpected Proposition. Tune in to that story, here. It was eerily beautiful the morning of Carmen’s funeral. Everything went perfect, as if Carmen had a hand in directing it all. Barnard was cordial enough … Continue reading Whores & Wives [IX]
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII I hired childhood friend and sorority sister, Lisa Turner, as my attorney. She was one of the best in the business and I knew I could trust her with my secrets, attorney or not. We’d met for drinks earlier in the day and … Continue reading Whores & Wives [VIII]
“So, you're saying you...weren't...having an affair with Barnard?”
"...and your twin sister, whom you don't know, was?"
"Yes...I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. I can give you here information and everything. You can even check with the hotel. We made such a scene, I know someone saw us."
"...I'll verify your story." I could tell she didn't believe a word I was saying. "But...in the meantime, maybe you can help me clear up something else."
I shifted in my seat and narrowed my eyes. I'd been here long enough and wasn't in the mood to play games.
"Look, whatever you need to know just ask. I have nothing to hide. I told you that."
“Have you ever had an affair with Carmen?”
“WHAT?" I sat up in my chair, "Why would you ask me that?”
"Because I need to know"
“You’re avoiding the question, have you…or have you not had an affair with Carmen?”
“No, you’re not having an affair right now…or no you’ve never had an affair?”
“We’ve never had an affair.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure," I responded, indignant. "I think I know who I’ve been with.” I stared her in the eye, attempting to sell my truth. She wasn't buying.
“Well, see…that’s where things get sticky. Maybe your memory has failed you?” She opened the folder on the table, pulled out several papers, and shoved them in my face.
“Open the door, Barnard.” I demanded, calmly, my eyes on still on the bimbo.
“Amya, get away from my car, okay. All of this is your fault anyway. Just get the fuck away from my car!” He yelled and pushed me out the way.
Startled by the push, and his comment, I stumbled and hit the ground. Barnard opened the driver’s side door and climbed inside. Pain shot through my arm when I pushed myself up off the ground, but didn’t have time to think about it.
“What the hell do you mean this is my fault, Barnard? How do I have anything to do with any of this?”
Barnard looked at me as if I were the crazy one. I could tell he was sincerely shocked by my statement, and that puzzled me even more.
“You’re really going to act like I don’t know Mya?” He cocked his head to the side and threw me a quizzical look. “So…you’re still going to play this game, huh?”
“What game?" I asked, enormously confused. "What are you talking about, Barnard?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re really serious right now, huh?” He put his hands on his head in amazement and let out a hysterical laugh. “You bitches been playing me from day one and you want to act like you don’t know?”
“Playing you?” I was genuinely confused. “Barnard, why can’t you ever take responsibility for anything you’ve done …why is it always---” I was starting to sound like Derrick Michael when Barnard cut me off, his voice loud enough to wake the neighborhood.
“So you really going to stand in my face and act like you’ve not been fucking my wife our entire marriage, Amya?”