Her Worth

Nine

That was the last straw. Now, everytime Jamari and N'ijah were alone, he'd belittle her. Hurt her. A far cry from only 7 months ago. Before anything had happened. Before-

"Desiré! Something is definitely going on with them two." Zalma called out, making her get weird looks from everyone going into the restaurant. Her, Niya, and N'ijah had come together for a nice dinner, but the truth became apparent when Niya and Zalma made the first topic of conversation Jamari.

"I...I don't know. I don't want to know. If she did.. I don't know what I'd do. Lord knows she wouldn't be safe around me, though." N'ijah confessed. If Desiré really went behind her back and messed around with her husband, that day would be a fatal day, and not for N'ijah.

"I don't want to be Captain Obvious, but I don't trust her, and I don't think you should, either. She's definitely doing something." Niya held my hand from across the tables trying to get her to look up from the table.

N'ijah was seeing red. She didn't want to believe a friend could do something like this, but she also didn't really know Desiré's real intentions. All she wanted, right now, was the truth. And at this rate, it felt like it wasn't far from coming to light.

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"Hey, N'ijah. I'm so glad you came." Desiré hugged her as she came in. Today was Desiré' baby shower, and N'ijah came to support her, and to snoop around.

"Of course! And this is for you." N'ijah handed the other woman a custom made Burberry stroller. She had gotten it made earlier for Niya before she herself had gotten pregnant, but it was delayed so they added another. N'ijah figured why spend money when you have something right there.

"Aww this is so pretty! Cmon in, I'll introduce you to everyone." Grabbing the stroller, she followed Desiré, walking into the large apartment and saw a small gathering of around 40 people.

"Who's your friend, Des?" A short, heart faced girl came up to the duo with a glass of red wine swinging from her fingers.

"Sofia, this is N'ijah. N'ijah, Sofia. I recently got back in touch with her after I left." Desiré hesitantly introduced them, knowing Sofia had a thing for drama and knew all about Desiré's desire to be with N'ijah's husband.

"Hello, you look beautiful. Probably even better than the woman of the hour." She joked, but Desiré was all nails now. N'ijah noticed Desiré's harsh expression and tried to say something.

"Thanks, but Desiré is very beautiful herself. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Sofia, unbeknownst to Desiré, hated homewreckers. Sofia was also a lawyer. If anything was to happen, she thought, I'll represent this woman, no matter what. Desiré is trying to ruin her, but she'll see who will get ruined.

"Ok, it's been fun. There's other people who are just dying to meet you." Desiré pulled N'ijah away from her, and all Sofia could do was watch Desiré make a fool of herself trying to prevent them from speaking.

Soon, it was time to open presents, and N'ijah excused herself to use the bathroom. As she walked out, Sofia came up to her.

"Shit I'm sorry!" She yelped, losing her composure and dropping both of their clutches.

"It's alright. It was partly my fault anyways." Sofia countered, dipping to go pick hers up.

"Did you need to use the bathroom?" N'ijah tentatively asked, seeing as they were just standing there together in the hallway.

"No, um, I just wanted to give you this." Sofia handed her a business card, then walked away, not letting her ask any questions. A little confused, N'ijah stuffed it into her purse and went back into the fray.

As she saw Sofia's disappearing figure and N'ijah's incoming one, Desiré began to panic, but when she saw the friendly smile N'ijah gave her, she knew that nothing had happened. Desiré relaxed back in her seat, enjoying her party, and knowing that soon, everything she'd ever wanted would come to her.

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Sof: soon, you'll see where your actions lead you. But for now, you enjoy the ride. It won't last much longer.

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"And I want that mannequin over there. Yes! That looks perfect, thank you." N'ijah told the staff getting her shop ready.

"It looks nice in here, sis. You really are going to be a business owner." Niya came up to N'ijah after looking over the finished parts of the boutique.

"You know that I've always wanted a nice boutique. So, now that I'm kinda successful, I want to try and own one. It's like a dream come true."

"I see a lot of your dreams coming true. The blessings are just raining down on you, huh?" Niya teased, but it was true. A baby, now a boutique. God was really holding it down for her.

"Yeah, and I'm so grateful. God is good." She affirmed. N'ijah was overwhelmed with all of the work, but now it was paying off.

"So, wanna since you're almost done over here, a Chanel just opened up around here. Wanna go shopping? Andreas' treat." Zalma fished out a black card from her bag and flashed it before N'ijah with a smile.

"I'm not spending over five hundred. That's something I'll never do to a friend."

"That's you. Lets go bitch!" Zalma grabbee N'ijah's hand and dragged her out of her shop, leaving the workers the rest of the day off.

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By the time she came back, it was dark. Night had fallen all around her, and N'ijah was tired and was ready to fall asleep in her large bed, all by herself.

Jamari was gone again, probably fucking some other woman, and even though the thoughts tried to keep her emotional, she was pushing through it. Dropping her bags in the living room, the woman heard noises. She brushed them off, assuming it was probably the neighbors, but as she sounds got louder, N'ijah knew it was coming from her own home.

Her heart felt heavy as she heard mumbles and moans from upstairs, not wanting to believe what she was hearing. N'ijah wanted to believe it wasn't who she thought it was, but the loud groans echoing across the house made it hard for her to deny.

Pacing. Pacing and crying and mumbling to herself. N'ijah couldn't stop her shaking as she silently sobbed at her husband being unfaithful to her, in their own house. She had devoted seven, almost eight years of her life to him, and yet, it wasn't enough. Her endless love, the sex, her compassion, none of it was enough. As N'ijah tried to tell herself that she was okay, something broke in her.

And she snapped.

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