Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with Quincy, an...
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Damn, Quincy fucked me like an animal last night into this morning. I loved every second of it, especially since we hadn't had a moment like that in a year. Yeah, I've had the baby, but with two kids to manage—my daughter and Quincy's son with Karruche—plus his clothing line launch, my movie, and working on new music, we'd been nonstop busy. It felt so good to finally reconnect.
Before I got up to get dressed, I FaceTimed my mom to check on the baby, and she picked up on the first ring.
Mom: "Good afternoon, honey. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sleepy," I said, leaving out how I'd been flipped around all night. "How's Kali?"
"She's right here. Say hi to Mama," my mom said, turning the camera so I could see my baby, wide awake.
"Hi, my pretty girl! I love you!" I said, blowing kisses at the screen.
"What time are you coming to get her?"
"I need to get dressed and run some errands. Do you mind keeping her a bit longer? I'll have Quincy grab her."
"Of course, I love spending time with my grandbaby. She'll just have to go shopping with me and pop-pop. Just tell Quincy to call me to make sure we're back home."
"Thanks, Mom. Will do. Love you, bye."
*beep beep beep* FaceTime ends.
1:57p
I pulled up to Chipotle and texted Quincy to let him know I'd be home late, so he could swing by my parents' place to pick up Kali. I stepped out of my white Audi Q8, rocking my black sunglasses with orange-tinted lenses, a black Harley Davidson hoodie, gray sweats, and black sneakers—hair perfectly laid, of course. I was trying to stay lowkey; the last thing I needed was Quincy finding out I was meeting up with my abusive ex-husband.
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I walked in and immediately felt a wave of tension hit me when I spotted him sitting at the table, casually eating his burrito. My gut told me I shouldn't have agreed to this, but I needed answers.
"Hey, Ryan," he said, standing up like he was about to greet me.
"Keith, don't touch me," I snapped, putting my hand up to stop him in his tracks.
You still look as beautiful as ever," he said, trying to act like nothing had happened.
"Keith, cut the bullshit. You're not even supposed to be contacting me. What do you want?"
"Look, I've been going to church and therapy, and I realized what I did to you was beyond wrong. You were my wife, you gave me everything, and I hurt you."
"So, you brought me here just to say that? Why did I need to hear this?"
"I'm asking for your forgiveness. Ryan, I know it's a lot, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, it would give me some peace."
I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying, but all I felt was the anger rising inside me. "Keith, fuck you."
"I guess I deserve that," he said, leaning back in his seat like he was defeated.
"You're damn right you do! Keith, you've got a lot of fuckin' nerve. Why'd you do it? Even before I got with Quincy, why'd you cheat on me? I thought our marriage was solid, I thought we were happy."
He just sat there, silent.
"You can't even answer me, can you? You can't even look me in the eye. You're a fucking coward, and no, I don't forgive you. Fuck your peace of mind. I want you to live with what you did to me!" I hissed, keeping my voice low but laced with all the anger I'd been holding back.
Keith shifted uncomfortably, still avoiding my eyes. "Ryan, I know I messed up, but I'm trying to make things right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Make things right? You think saying sorry is gonna fix the damage you caused?" I shot back, my voice sharp. "You broke me, Keith. You broke us. And now you wanna come around looking for forgiveness like it's that easy?"
He finally looked up, his eyes filled with regret, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook.
"You don't get to rewrite history and pretend like you're some changed man. You had your chance, and you blew it. So no, I'm not giving you forgiveness. I'm giving you the reality check you deserve." I stood up, ready to leave him sitting there with his guilt. "Live with that."
Standing up, he grabbed my wrist tightly, anger flashing across his face as he calmly demanded, "Sit your ass down."
I yanked my arm back, refusing to back down. "Yeah, there it is. Go ahead, hit me and show everyone the pathetic piece of shit you are. I'm soooo happy you're not the father of my daughter."
The words barely left my mouth before he snapped, shoving me to the ground. The noise of chairs scraping and gasps from onlookers filled the restaurant. He instantly realized what he'd done, panic and regret flashing in his eyes. "Ryan, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," he stammered, reaching out to help me up.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed, my voice shaking, but I refused to let a single tear fall.
The manager rushed over, recognizing us immediately from the times we'd come here trying to stay lowkey.
"Miss Ryan, are you alright? The police are on their way."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Yes, I'm okay. Please don't call the cops."
"It's too late," he said, glancing toward the door. "They're already here."
They took our statements, and with the restraining order in place, they had no choice but to haul his evil ass to jail. He looked back at me as they cuffed him, but I didn't flinch. It was finally over.
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