My secret partner

Chapter 2

As Dorinda settled into her plush dressing room, surrounded by the glamorous trappings of a star, she gazed down at the array of evidence spread out before her, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. The mystery woman, the one who had been causing her so much grief, was none other than Karen Clark Sheard, a revelation that left her seething. With a fierce determination burning within her, as she , stood up, her movements swift and purposeful, as she stormed out of her dressing room, leaving a trail of drama in her wake. Her destination was clear: Karen's dressing room, where the unsuspecting culprit awaited, oblivious to the impending confrontation. As Dorinda burst through the door, her eyes locked onto Karen, who looked up with a casual "Hey, sis, what's up?" - a greeting that only served to fuel Dorinda's ire. Her response was icy and laced with venom: "Don't 'what's up' me," she spat, her voice low and menacing. Karen's expression morphed into one of confusion, her brow furrowed in genuine perplexity, as she asked, "What's going on with you, Dorinda?" - a question that only served to further enrage the already-seething star. "Don't act like you don't know what your black ass did," Dorinda hissed, her eyes rolling in disgust, as she unleashed a withering look that left Karen reeling. The air was electric with tension, the anticipation palpable, as the two women faced off in a battle of wills, the outcome far from certain.

Karen's expression transformed into one of genuine bewilderment as she asked Dorinda, "What are you talking about?" her voice laced with a hint of incredulity, her eyes scanning Dorinda's face as if searching for a clue. Dorinda's response was swift and decisive, her hand extending to reveal the damning evidence - photographs, messages, and recordings that told a tale of deceit and betrayal. The subject of this scandalous affair? None other than Gregory, the very man who had pledged his love and devotion to Dorinda. As Karen gazed upon the incriminating proof, her initial confusion gave way to a look of amusement, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Wow, really, Dorinda?" she exclaimed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And why would I cheat on Bishop? Hmm, tell me that." Karen's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she scrutinized the evidence, her mind racing with the implications. "If you look closely, it's clearly someone else, not me," she declared, her voice laced with conviction. "And I can tell who that person is. You should know who she is, too. She's on the reunion tour with us right now... and there's your clue." The air was thick with tension as Karen's words hung in the balance, the unspoken accusation lingering like a challenge, daring Dorinda to uncover the truth. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with the weight of secrets and lies, as the two women engaged in a silent standoff, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

Yolanda Adams, a vision of elegance and poise, glided down the hallway, her stilettos clicking against the floor like a ticking time bomb, as she approached Karen's dressing room. With a gentle tap on the door, she announced her presence, and Karen, still embroiled in the tense standoff with Dorinda, brushed past her rival and opened the door, her eyes narrowing into slits as she gave Yolanda a once-over, her expression a masterclass in disdain. The "Oou, you're about to get it" face, as it came to be known, was a warning sign, a harbinger of impending doom, and Yolanda, wise to the ways of the divas, sidestepped the confrontation, moving out of the way just in time.

Meanwhile, Dorinda's gaze remained fixed on the evidence, her mind racing with the implications, until, like a bolt of lightning on a stormy night, the truth hit her. The puzzle pieces fell into place, and she finally understood the magnitude of the betrayal. Her eyes snapped up, locking onto Yolanda with a fierce intensity, as she balled her fists and began her approach, a force to be reckoned with. But just as she was about to unleash her wrath, Gregory burst into the scene, his arms wrapping around Dorinda like a vice, holding her back as she struggled to break free.

Gregory, let me go now!" she spat, her voice low and menacing, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm hurt, that bitch, and I'm hurt you too, motherfucker!" The air was electric with tension, the anticipation palpable, as the four divas stood locked in a silent standoff, the outcome far from certain. Would Dorinda finally unleash her wrath, or would Gregory's grip hold firm? Only time would tell.

Yolanda sauntered over, a triumphant smile spreading across her face as she brandished a pregnancy test, its pink lines a beacon of scandal. "I'm pregnant," she announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction, as Dorinda's jaw dropped in disbelief. The room seemed to hold its breath as Dorinda's gaze oscillated between her cheating husband and his mistress, her eyes rolling in disgust. With a flourish, she produced the divorce papers, already signed and ready for Gregory's signature. "Sign them," she commanded, her voice firm, as Gregory hesitated, his eyes darting between the two women.

Gregory says to Dorinda I want to fix our marriage," he protested, but Yolanda cut him off, her voice laced with venom. "Now you're telling me you want to leave your wife for me, but you've changed your mind?" Her laughter was mocking, her eyes blazing with anger. "You think you can just use me for your pleasure and then discard me? Gregory says,  the only communication we'll have is about our child. Nothing else.

Gregory's face paled as he glanced at Yolanda, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "I mean it, Yolanda. I'm staying with my wife, and we'll work things out. You and I will only communicate about our child, nothing more." The air was thick with tension as the three of them stood there, the weight of their tangled web of deceit and betrayal hanging heavy over them. The question on everyone's mind was: what next? Stay tuned to find out to be continued.