SEASON 7-8 ✔️EMPIRE

S08E03: Split me in pieces

Continues...

Cookie arrived at the mansion at 2 in the morning. She walked Straight to the bedroom.
He was in bed waiting for her.

"Hey!" She said forgetting she's supposed to be sulking. "You not sleeping in here, and you not sleeping on a couch. You going to sleep in a guestroom." He said. She felt her Her heart sinking. "You pulled me out of my comfortable bed at 2 fucking clock in the morning to let me sleep in some tiny bed like a guest? I'm not a guest Lucious, this is my house.

Girl If I were you I would cool it down.
"And this is where I sleep with my husband" she added. "Cookie don't make me mad okay. Your ass is going to the guestroom or just go back to the apartment" he said unapologetically. She looked at him. "For how long am I been punished? For whatever the fuck you punishing me for!" She asked. "We will see. And I'm not punishing you. If we want this to work, this is how it's gonna be" he said. She snorted and rolled her eyes. "I don't even know what we fighting for anymore, cause this is broken." She said.
He lifted his eyes, sadness written on his face. "That's how you feel?" He asked. "Correct me if I'm wrong Lucious!" She said.

He gestured for her to come to bed.
She walked to her side of bed and climbed in. "I will take the guest room. But If you still feel like we wasting our time with a broken Marriage feel free to leave" he said getting off bed.

This was confusing. Cookie was confused out of her good sense about the signals Lucious was sending. It was hot and Cold then warm. Rise up to a good 250 degrees then back to 10. It was really confusing.

"I'm confused as to what you want here Lucious. You want me to stay or go?." She asked. "I called you here didn't I?" He asked. "Yes you did, after you brought my things back and ready to let go. Now suddenly you want to fix us" she said.

"Damn it Cookie what the fuck do you want from me. I want space from you can't you see that. I need space to heal but I'm not giving up on us. I just want space" he shouted. "For how long? How long am I waiting Lucious, how long am I Sleeping in an empty bed, how long am I mastabating, how long am I sleeping in a cold, cold bed?" She shot back. "I don't know" he said calming down. "No. You do know. Tell me, tell me now damn it" she repeated. "30 days" he said. "A month? Another month, are you freaking kidding me right now?" She was getting agitated.

"A month apart or divorce Cook, the choice is yours" he said. Did he just give her an ultimatum?

She looked up at him and stormed out of bed. "Fuck this shit fuck you, I'm going home" she said. "Okay." He open a drawer and pulled divorce papers. "Here. I made everything easy for you" he said. She looked at the papers. "Are you fucking kidding me right now. We only been married for a year and half" she said. He got in bed.

"Lucious if we divorce there is no going back" she warned him. "Good to know" he said. "where is a pen?" She asked. He pulled a pen and handed it to her. Her eyes watered. Looks like he was serious about this. "Forget it I'm not signing this" she said tossing the papers on his bed. "We said forever and ever this time. I meant it. Did you?" She asked. "I did" he said. "then let me in our bed" she asked. He nodded. She took the papers and teared them apart. Then got in bed. She snuggled him up. He let her. But honesty he still thought a time apart is all they needed.

But she was forcing things right now. And honestly she had her own reasons and fears.

The following day.
At Bossy.
Cookie saw Andre passing by her office, she walked out and looked at his destination it was Porsha's office. She wrinkled her face confused.

Later on the day. She called Porsha.
"Hey Cook, anything you need?" Porsha asked stepping inside. "You not betraying my company for whatever my manipulative son is offering you,are you?" Cookie asked. "What?" Porsha was confused.
"I saw him in your office today. And it is not the first time." Cookie said. Porsha swallowed hard. "It is not like that Cookie, I would never betray you, you know this" Porsha said. "Then what was Andre doing in your office?" Cookie asked.
Porsha's jaw was hanging. Her hand landed on her small baby bump.