Hard For Me to Say

Chapter 12

Taraji pov

That headache I had the other night was slowly creeping back up on me. It was like I couldn't get a break. I looked down at my phone and saw I had received two texts from Tasia. Would I be wrong if I didn't open them? I asked myself. Yes, I would, my heart answered.

I unlocked my phone and read her messages:
"Hey Taraji, are you okay? I'm really worried about you. Please let me know if you need anything."
Followed by another text:
"I'm here for you, no matter what. Please talk to me when you're ready."

"Hey Tasia, I'm fine and I made it home," I replied. Almost immediately, she hearted the message, like she had been waiting for my response the whole time.

"That's so good to hear. Can I speak to you over the phone?" she asked. No, I already knew the answer in my head, but how would I tell her that? Just then, my phone lit up with her name on the screen. I felt terrible about declining her call.But i did .

Fantasia pov

My heart sank when she ended my call, although I understood why.

I wondered what these next few days would look like for us, even though there wasn't really an "us" per se.

The lines between friendship and an actual relationship blurred today, and I had to figure out my next move. Nonetheless, I am legally married to Kendall, although it seemed as if we weren't for numerous reasons.

No one knew the depths of my relationship with him. No one knew all the issues we had, and no one knew all I went through with him. Everyone has their secrets.

I sighed, sinking into the plush couch, the weight of the day pressing down on me. My mind drifted back to the beginning, back when Kendall and I were madly in love, or at least when I thought we were. The promises, the dreams, the passionate nights that seemed endless—they all felt like distant memories now. We had become strangers living under the same roof, bound by a legal document but emotionally worlds apart.

Kendall had his own demons, ones he never truly confronted. At first, I tried to be supportive, to be the anchor he needed. But the emotional distance grew, and his absence—both physical and emotional—became a constant. This was something I feared was gonna happen to me and Taraji .He worked late hours, buried himself in his career, and avoided conversations that mattered. Our home turned into a battleground of unspoken words and lingering resentments.

One night, after another one of his late returns, I confronted him. The argument that followed was explosive. Harsh words were exchanged, and various wounds were inflicted . He accused me of being too demanding, of not understanding his pressures. I accused him of neglect, of putting everything else above our relationship. That night, I cried myself to sleep, feeling more alone than ever.

The next morning, he apologized, as he always did, with flowers and empty promises of change. But the cycle continued, and the rift between us only widened. I stopped believing in those apologies, realizing that they were just band-aids on a wound too deep to heal without genuine effort and communication.

Then there were the rumors. Whispers of infidelity that reached my ears, and though I had no concrete proof, the doubt gnawed at me. It was easier to believe them than to trust a man who had become a ghost in our marriage. The love I once felt for Kendall was now buried under layers of mistrust and pain.

Meeting Taraji was like a breath of fresh air. Her kindness, her warmth, her understanding—it all felt like a lifeline in my sea of despair. She saw me, really saw me, in a way Kendall hadn't in years. Our connection was electric, undeniable, and today, it had nearly tipped over into something more. Something I both craved and feared.

I glanced at my phone, her last message still on the screen, it made me think of all my times with her , and wonder just what we could be if the time came . But I was scared. scared of what it would mean for my already fragile marriage.

With a deep breath, I texted back, "Can we talk tomorrow?"

I leaned back, closing my eyes, and let the memories of Kendall and I wash over me. Maybe it was time to stop running from the truth, to face the reality of my marriage and decide what I really wanted. Maybe it was time to let someone else in, someone who actually would be there .

And maybe, just maybe, that someone was Taraji.

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