Chapter 12: Letting Go for Good

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Chapter 12:

A Ghetto Love Story.........

          Riding through the city with my husband all felt surreal, I haven't spoken to Lavon in 6 and a half months. He hasn't check on Asan my baby was almost 7 months no calls, text, dms, nothing so I let it be.

        The last message I got was him ranting about him and Lanna working on their relationship and family. The asshole had the nerve to think I wanted him I guess me saying I do to Kartier wasn't enough for him to believe.

           I just looked at my phone and tossed it i thought about changing my number but thought maybe this boy would reach out. Sitting in the passenger sit of my husband's BMW I8  while Asan'Dell slept in the back sit.

         Refreshing my TL guess who pops the fuck him and this bitch she was about 7 and half months now and I see he was talking about a baby shower. A gremlin smirk slid across my face as I thought about the low life shit, I could do to him and this bitch.

         I thought about it though what was I mad for I had everything I could possibly ask for a great husband, cars, clothes, love, my son and loyalty. I guess it's the fact this niggah hasn't checked on my son he's been playing house though.

          Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind
I got out the car while grabbing Asan out of the back seat. We headed toward the potrait studio place we had an appointment for family pictures we were matching everything.

             As Kartier went to check us in, I sat down with  Asan'Dell to make sure he was looking right my baby wasn't gone be looking half done

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             As Kartier went to check us in, I sat down with  Asan'Dell to make sure he was looking right my baby wasn't gone be looking half done.

I could hear the receptionist trying to flirt and be sexy as if I we didn't walk in this mother fucker together this clown had me fucked up.

"Daddy is everything okay? It's almost time for our appointment."

"Yes, baby girl everything is fine." He stated so calmly then, this bitch just had to try me with this slick shit.

"Awe is this your family your son and daughter are so cute." The receptionist spoke with awe in her voice.

"Bitch do I look like his daughter to you No! I'm his fucking wife clown in case you didn't see the fucking ring bitch do your job before I do it for you." I spat with irritation written across my face.

"I'm sor-" The receptionist began to say but was cut off mid-sentence by the manager coming to escort us to the back for our photos to be taken. The bitch continued to stand there mugging as if to say she had a fucking problem.

As we were in the portrait room standing trying to take these pictures and thing, I kept hearing my phone vibrate, but I wasn't sure who could be blowing me up at this time of the day like damn.

"Ma'am can you give me one second please?" I asked the lady that was taking the photo she said yes and stepped out of the room while took the call. Looking at the notifications on my phone it was nobody, Lavon's dumbass wondering to myself what the hell he could possibly want.

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