My Husband's Twin/ Jimmy and Jey Uso

It's Not What It Looks Like!

Josh has been trying to get me to meet up with him for the past few days, even after I told him it was over. I told him a few days ago that this thing we have between each other is over. He can not take no for an answer, and I am concerned that he will tell Jon about what we have been doing behind his back. I can not let Jon find out; he will beat the living shit out of me and divorce my black ass! I adore Jonathan Fatu and never intended for this affair to escalate with his brother. I am not sure why I did it, but each time Josh and I fucked, I felt disgusted with myself. I will never cheat again; I will keep my promise.

Jonathan came home late at night; he never arrived around 2 a.m. I suspected he was cheating, and I deserved it because I had previously slept with his brother. Jonathan entered the bedroom, smelling of alcohol, and dropped his empty beer bottle on my brand new tiger print carpet, which cost over $14,000. "AYE! Come pick this bottle off the floor, whore!" he exclaimed, stumbling across the carpet and slurring his words. I told him to pick it up and throw it in the trash his damn self. He looked at me and called me a raggedy bitch and failed on the carpet. I sighed and dragged his ass to our sofa that was at the foot of the bed, and left him there.

I stirred awake around 10 a.m., finding Jon sprawled on the couch, snoring like a freight train. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, freshened up with a quick shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and applied my makeup before stepping out of the house. I hopped into my car and made the short 15-minute drive to a quaint little café nearby. I was on a mission to meet Josh and deliver the final word: this affair was done for good.

As I entered the café, I spotted Josh lounging at a table, his legs crossed and a mischievous glint in his eye as he caught sight of me. I rolled my eyes, tucked my long hair behind my left ear, and took a seat directly across from him. "I figured you got my text," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I knew you couldn't resist. You love me, and let's be honest, you need me."

I shot him a look, letting him know I was not here for games. I replied that I had indeed received his message, but I was here to make it crystal clear: it was over, and my heart belonged solely to my husband. 

I proceed to tell him how much I profess my love for his brother, and that he should feel guilty for evening sleeping with his brother's wife and cheating on his wife. He was getting red and his face was showing that he was pissed! " LOOK GIRL! You ain't leaving me! CAN"T YOU SEE YOU BELONG WITH ME!?" Josh said while tightly grabbing my wrist and talking loudly, drawing attention to us. "I DON"T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE, but you need to unhand me mother fucka'!" I said angrily drawing more attention towards us.

He let go of my hand, and I got up from the table and exit out the cafe. As I was exiting out the cafe, Josh kept yelling at the top of his lungs that "I WILL BE BACK" and that he will tell his brother about the affair. As I was about, to enter my car and I noticed a man in a pest control van, taking pictures of me. I walked up to the van and was going to confront him, but he pulled off. I assumed he was just a fan who was being a little stalker-ish. I got in my car and drove home.

I pulled up in the drive and put the car in park and shut off the ignition. I sat in my car, looked at the mark Josh left around my wrist which was red, and starting to bruise. I pulled down my thrasher hoodie sleeve, and got out the car. Soon as I walked in, Jonathan was already up and stood by the kitchen counter which appeared to be pictures. What he said sent chills to my spine. "I'm glad your ass is home. We need to talk"