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Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Bey's POV

Shopping! Who doesn't love to shop? I prefer online shopping, but when your favorite store is having an in store only sale, you get off your ass and go to that sale. I huffed as I entered the huge Macy's. I didn't know what I was looking for, but whatever I liked, I was going to get.

"Beyoncé?" I heard as I picked up a pair of leather leggings. I didn't bother to turn around because I knew that voice like it was my very own.

"Idris," I said softly.

"Turn around and look at me," he said once he realized I didn't want to face him. We hadn't spoken face to face since the divorce hearing. Yes, I've seen him out with...her, but he hasn't seen me.

I turned on my heels and faced my ex husband of four years. "Yes?"

"How have you been? You look good," he complimented.

"I've been just wonderful," I responded dryly.

"Four years and you still don't get that I realize when you're lying," he spoke eloquently.

I smirked. "You're making it seem as though it is any of your business how I'm doing. Last I checked, what you do and what I do is neither of our concern."

"Still the same slick mouth that got me attracted to you. How's teaching?"

I scoffed and started walking away from him. I am not about to stand and have small talk with this man.

"It's a girl," he said, which stopped me right in my tracks. Did he really just tell me that?

I couldn't help but think back to the night where it all went downhill.

February 14, 2011

It was Valentine's Day, and it was pouring down raining. I was driving home to surprise my husband. My mother was in the hospital, and I wanted to be with her, honestly, but she gave me the biggest pep talk. She told me that I needed to put love first. She'd be fine. I was against it until she started giving me the silent treatment. I hated the silent treatment, and she knew that.

I pulled up to our home and smiled. My husband? He's the owner of a modeling agency that does really good work. He has good deals for his models, which lands money into his pockets. Money in his pockets means money in our household. I ran to prevent myself from getting wet, but that wasn't working.

I put the key in the door and opened. I sat my things down and removed my sneakers. They were the only pair that I owned, and that's because Idris was adamant that we start working out together.

"Babe?" I called out.

I went to the kitchen to see a woman sitting on my kitchen counter. "Uh...excuse me? Who are you?"

She looked at me and laughed. "Idris!" She called out.

"No, no," I told her. She didn't need to call him, she has a damn mouth. "Who are you?"

She smirked. "The woman that your man has been sleeping with for about two years."

Anger filled my body as I prepared to attack her, and I'm sure that Idris knew that when he grabbed me from behind.

"Bey, let's talk."

"Talk?!" I screamed at him as I struggled to get out of his arms. "We ain't got shit to talk about!"

He swung me around, allowing me to land on the couch. Angrily, I tried to attack my husband. I was hurt. I was more than hurt. He was boldly allowing this women into our home. The kitchen that I cooked our meals in. She was sitting her ass on the counter that I cleaned this morning.