"baby, i wanna come see you, said i really wanna come see you. don't you worry bout' a thang."
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starring... TEYANA TAYLOR.
John's frustration filled the room as he yanked clothes from our shared closet, his movements harsh and chaotic.
"Oh, so we just going out and letting strippers twerk on us now? No, let me not even say letting—you ran up behind shorty and started catching ass," he spat, his voice seething with anger.
I sat calmly on the bed, legs crossed, watching his fury unfold, my phone resting in my lap. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, my patience wearing thin.
"You're making a big deal out of nothing, John," I shot back, trying to keep my voice level, though irritation crept into my tone. "You're acting like I went home with the girl. Even after all that, who did I come home to? Huh!?"
My voice rose, frustration bubbling over. But John wasn't hearing any of it. His face twisted in disbelief, his voice dripping with bitterness.
"That has nothing to do with anything, Victoria. You're out here acting reckless, putting a narrative out there that we're not together or just doing whatever. You're wildin', and it's making me look bad."
I scoffed, the sheer hypocrisy of his words hitting me like a slap. "Making you look bad? I'm starting to forget who the actual celebrity is here," I muttered, my voice laced with sarcasm. I met his gaze, challenging him with every word.
His expression shifted, frustration giving way to something else—maybe guilt, maybe defensiveness. I wasn't sure, and honestly, I didn't care.
"Tell me, John," I continued, my voice cold. "Are we even together anymore? You're the one parading us around like we're the perfect family for your shitty-ass ego. And now you want to act like it's all on me? As if you weren't doing your dirt too? Miss me with that shit." I laughed, the sound bitter and hollow, turning my attention back to my phone, dismissing him entirely.
I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of the silence between us thick and suffocating, but I didn't care. He had lost the right to be angry with me a long time ago.
"So what are we doing, Victoria? Huh? 'Cause it seems like we're just playing house and lying to Hazel—"
I cut him off sharply, the mere mention of our daughter lighting a fire in me. "You don't get to bring her into this, John. Don't even mention her," I snapped, my anger growing with every word. How dare he? Acting as if he ever considered Hazel in the middle of his own messes. The nerve of it made my blood boil.
John opened his mouth to say something, but I'd had enough. "You know what? I'm done." I waved my hand dismissively, not even looking at him. He stopped in his tracks, staring at me with disbelief.
