Fatima's POV
The conversation with Gab is coming.
Zac and I talked about it — really sat down, looked at each other, and faced it head-on. And the truth is... he's right.
I still have love for Gabrielle.
She's been around. She's seen me at my highs and lows, helped secure some major moves, and she believed in me before most people even knew who I was.
But love and loyalty ain't always the same thing.
And when it comes to handling our business — mine, Zac's, our family's — trust is non-negotiable.
Especially now.
We've built too much.
Fought too hard.
Sacrificed too many peaceful nights trying to get here — to this life, this stability — for someone in our circle to be sitting on the fence when it comes to Sabrina.
Because Sabrina?
She's not just my man's ex.
She's the source of way too much chaos.
And anyone who keeps her too close — even if it's "just business" — can't be that close to me.
So yeah... the conversation is happening.
We sent Gab a message yesterday.
Zac kept it simple:
Hey, just wanted to see if you're free Saturday at 3 to stop by. We'd like to have a quick sit down and talk.
She replied in less than a minute.
Gabrielle:
Of course. I'll be there.
No questions. No "what's this about?" Just "I'll be there."
Which almost made it worse — like she knew.
Like deep down, she felt it coming.
And honestly? I hate that it's come to this.
Because I never wanted to be the girl who had to choose between her peace and her past.
But when your past is still tied up in someone who's actively trying to make your life harder, the choice kind of makes itself.
Zac's been patient with me.
He let me come to this conclusion on my own — never forced it, never got in my ear with ultimatums.
He just let me see what he already knew.
And now that I have, I can't unsee it.
Saturday at 3, we'll sit down and have the conversation.
I don't know how it's going to go.
But what I do know?
I've got a family to protect.
And anything — or anyone — that might compromise that...
Has to go.
No matter how much I used to love them.
The closer Saturday got, the heavier it felt on my chest.
I tried to distract myself — cleaned out Kolby's toy bin, halfway packed my press bag, scrolled through baby name lists again — but nothing helped.
That conversation with Gab was hanging over me like a storm cloud.
It wasn't just about business. It was about history.
We went from late-night FaceTimes laughing over the things Kolby would say — back when she was just my god baby and Gabrielle and I were both cheering me on from the sidelines of life — to working together on projects, negotiating contracts, flying out to New York for last-minute meetings.
She was the one who knew what snacks I needed before a long press day. The one who always had extra flats in her trunk because she knew I'd complain about the heels. She was there.
And now... I was about to let her go.
I was sitting on the edge of our bed, after my shower, lost in thought when Zac walked in. He didn't say anything at first — just handed me my tea and sat behind me on the bed, gently rubbing my shoulders.
