Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Divorce

Whitney POV

I've been sleeping in the guest house for a few days, now. It's quiet and comfortable and roomy. But I'm lonely. He couldn't have added a painting of himself (when Neverland was built) in the GS? Just so I could talk to him. But that'll be wierd when other people come to spend a night and see his face by their bed. But then, I mean, who doesn't want to wake up and see his face first thing?

I only sleep in the GS. I Honestly don't think it's fair to get upset over the whole baby thing. That happened before we got together. I'm angry that he slept with two females that I dispise. Dontcha think it's kinda stupid to f*ck a dog that lied to you and stole from you before. And Tatiana...

"Hey." I said as I quietly walked into the kitchen where my plate of food was waiting across from Michael. I sat.

"Morning." He replied.

"Hi, Jasmine." I flashed a bright smile. She giggle back at me. "Such a happy baby."

I was aware of Michael's confusion. He was probably thinking "How come she's not spazzing on me?" or "How come I'm not dead?"

"I'm not gonna go crazy because I am not so innocent." I told Michael.

He didn't say anything, only looked at his still full plate.

"In Barcelona, I had sex with Bobby Brown." I just came out with it.

Michael's head snapped up and looked at me. All I saw was pain. Michael must've been hurting like hell over the whole baby thing.

"What?"

"I'm sorry." I nodded.

He gave one of those nervous and angry short laughs and dropped his head on the table. Now I was hurting. Only because he was hurting. I slid across the table and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Where did we go wrong, MJ?" I asked.

No answer.

"We used to be wonderful. Never arguing. Maybe we know each other to well?" I asked.

He lifted his head and wiped tears. He turned away from me to face Jasmine.

"Perhaps we've been together to long."

"Michael, there's been marriages for over twenty years. Your parents are going on what? Twenty five?"

"My parents been divorced since nigteen seventy six."

"Oh. But, we could work through this." I said hopeful. "This should really be the other way around."

"No. You slept with someone that sold you drugs."

I took a deep breath to control my mouth. "But I didn't do any this time, Michael."

"I don't give a damn if you did or didn't!" He yelled.

Jasmine jumped.

"At leat I didn't sleep with two females and finding out that I have a son. Did I? Where's the little bastard?" I blurted out.

"Don't call him a bastard."

Great. Now this mysterious baby has taken my husband. "The thing is a bastard. A little f*cker."

"No respect. Please don't touch me." He shrugged me off.

I backed up in shock. Michael looked at me and frowned.

"Maybe we should get a divirce." Michael said.

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

We've been through this before. Say we wanna divorce but then we make up. I don't know what's the point in having this argument.

"A D-I-V-O-R-C-E." He said more quietly.

"Vicky said you would be a hypocrite. You cheated on me many times but when I do it once, you wanna divorce, huh?" I stand up. Wow."

I laughed uncomfortably and walk out the kitchen.

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