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"GET THE FUCK UP." Amera yelled smacking her wife with one of the pillows from the couch.

Giselle rose up slowly blinking her eyes rubbing them. Amera hit her again with the pillow almost knocking her off the bed. Giselle shot up straight, "You hit me again and we gone fight."

Amera didn't respond. Instead she threw the phone at Giselle before she stormed out the room into the bathroom. Amera roamed back and forth as her wife watched the video of them having sex on the balcony last night get blasted over every news outlet in America.

"Amera." Beyonce said, "I can fix-"

Amera had tears streaming down her face, "I told you last night I didn't want my business blasted on the media. YOU PURPOSELY RELEASED THIS IN SPITE OF ME."

"Amera I was drunk." Giselle said getting out of bed to comfort his crying wife.

"Please don't touch me." Amera said pushing her wife off her, "You posted it on your website thinking nobody would see it."

"Baby." Giselle said as she started to cry herself, "Im sorry. I was drunk."

"You can't even take accountability for your own actions. You selfish bitch." Amera said pointing her finger in Giselle face, "You posted it for five fucking minutes, and you then proceeded to post a picture on IG for ten minutes."

"I haven't disrespected you so please don't disrespect me." Giselle said wiping her tears, "Am I not allowed to show my love for you?"

"You could've posted anything that didn't pertain to our sexual endeavors." Amera cried, "What the fuck Beyonce?"

"Amera." Beyonce said, "I was fucking drunk. I deleted once I realized it."

"Why would you-" Amera was in shambles. She saw her life flashing in front of her eyes. Standing in silence she wiped her own tears before she began packing her suitcase. Anger was raging through her.

"Amera baby." Giselle said standing in front of her suitcase, "I can fix this. It's not that big of a deal."

"Get the fuck out of my way Beyonce." Amera gave her a deadly stare. Her eyes were no longer warm they were cold. Giselle gulped becoming scared.

"No." Giselle said taking a risk. She was not going to let her wife walk out on her over some sex tape she decided to leak on accident due to her liquor courage, "I take full accountability for my actions. I was completely wrong."

"You are." Amera agreed, "You disrespected me and went against my wishes. I can't stand for this Beyonce. You're not in the relationship with your weak ass ex husband. You will respect me and my wishes. I don't give a fuck about your name or your status."

Amera crossed her arms as Giselle nodded getting out her way.  Giselle grabbed her phone calling her publicist, "Yeah, I needed every deleted in the next ten minutes. Every news outlet, blog, tea page, i don't care. It needs to be deleted."

Amera was almost finished zipping up her suitcase until Giselle walked back over to her slapping her hand, "MOVE."

Amera snapped back cocking her head to the side. Amera resumed zipping her suitcase from the other side, but Giselle unzipped the other end of the zipper.

"Beyonce." Amera glared at her as she sucked her teeth.

"Amera." Beyonce laughed.

"Beyonce please don't hurt yourself." Amera said gently nudging Beyonce out of the way. Giselle smirked reaching over her unzipping her suitcase opening it knocking everything on the floor.