Part Two

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🐝Beyoncé's Point of View

I walked into the building with my team behind me causing all heads to turn.

"Mrs Carter! It's great to see you but I don't think you should be here. There's a lot of-"

"A lot of what, Natasha? It's great to see you too but we're going to be seeing a lot of each other now,"I smiled before walking towards the elevators. As I was about to step into the elevator two guards blocked me.

"We've been told you're not allowed in Mrs Carter. We're sorry but that's what we've been told,"one of them shrugged his shoulders. I gave them a death stare before they quickly moved aside and I blew them a kiss. I pressed the number '4' because that was where most off the action happened.

"Beyoncé are you sure this is what you want? Once you do this there's no turning back,"my assistant Kelly asked for the 100th time. We were really good friends and she was the type of person I could chill with outside the work environment. As soon as I came back she called me and she'd been there for me since.

"I know what I'm doing Kelly,"I reassured her.

"This is family though. Just give it some time and you'll forgive them soon enough,"she pleaded.

"I did give them time. 10 years of time,"I deeply breathed. The doors opened and we marched forward towards the glass doors.

Without thinking I burst the doors open causing all conversations to be stopped.

"Hey baby,"I waved at Jay.

"What are you doing here?"he frowned.

"Why is she here?"I didn't even see lil Sephora's crusty self.

"Why are you here? No dogs allowed, get out,"I gestured to the door as I made my way to the head seat of the conference table.

"You can't tell me what to do when my husband owns this company,"she smirked.

"My husband doesn't own this company. I do,"I placed my bag on the table with a sly, snaky smirk.

"Wait. Bey, do you-"TyTy started.

"I fucking told you man!"Jay slammed his hand on the table.

"I can't believe it. Ya wife is BAD, Jigga! Gahdayum!"Memphis exclaimed making me laugh.

"How much of all labels combined do you actually own Mrs Carter?"one of Jay's other people asked and I noticed Sephora shift and turn in her seat.

"Ask him how much,"I nudged my head towards Jay.

"Well? How much does she own?"Sephora stood up raising her voice.

"75%"he mumbled.

"Sorry what?"Sephora stretched her neck.

"You deaf hoe? He said 75%. Roll your neck back in looking like a damn ostrich,"I smacked my lips.

"You gave her 75% of the company. You gave her 75%,"a starstruck Sephora sat down in her seat holding her head.

"It's a borrow. I didn't give it to her,"he corrected her.

"'Borrow' my ass,"I kissed my teeth before laughing. "The contract looked all dandy and sweet to you, right? As long as that's what you read, it doesn't matter,"I bit my lip.

"I need a word with you,"Jay stood up stomping to the door.

"Let's step into my office,"I followed him. "Oh and can someone send security to escort this creature out of my premises? I'm allergic to hoes,"I pointed to Sephora.

We got to Jay's- I mean my office and he slammed the door shut locking it.

"What's wrong? You mad or nah?"I sat in his luxurious, large leather seat. "This is cute but I might make some changes to the office. I'm getting 'cheating husband' vibes,"I looked around the modern office.

"Why would you do this Beyoncé? Why would you even go as far as to taking this company?"

"How stupid do you think I am? All this 'I want to spend more time with my girls' doesn't phase me. You giving part of the company would mean that mine would be at risk and I'm not having that so I might as well take everything,"I shrugged.

"So are you going to do the same thing to your mom? Take her salon?"

"Maybe,"I looked around his office. It was New York themed but I obviously wouldn't have that for mine.

"How about I make a deal with you. You can have the whole company for good if I get to keep the girls with me,"he offered.

"No chance,"I immediately denied. "I'm not swapping my girls for a company. No way in hell,"I shook my head.

"I love those children with my life. I care about them more than this stupid company and I'd rather have nothing at all then lose them. They mean everything to me. I live for them,"I could see the tears brimming his eyes.

I didn't say anything in reply. All I did was stare at him and watch him go on about how much they meant to him. They meant just as much to me too.

"Beyoncé! Did you even hear what I just asked you?"he called making me snap out of my thoughts.

"What did you just ask me?"I frowned in confusion.

"I'll get my stuff tomorrow,"he solemnly shook his head. I watched him grab the important stuff like his jacket and files then head out.

I began to feel bad for what I did but all that went out the door with him when I remembered the role he played in this. He was still my husband. Before he was my husband he was my best friend. Before he was my best friend he was my neighbour and schoolmate. He was the father of my three children and a damn good one too. We used to be Bonnie & Clyde; I even left my home state to be with him in new York when he went back to pursue his dreams.

No Beyoncé! Snap out of it! He cheated on you when you were carrying his child. He was too busy being angry at you to even hear the hints you were dropping. He read that letter and did absolutely nothing apart from plan a wedding with the same bitch that hated him in high school. He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you at all.

I grabbed my bag from Kelly and walked out of the building. Well, I was on my way out when I turned around and saw a painting of us. It definitely wasn't the painting of a family picture because Blue looked older, but it was as if someone had painted them and then painted an old picture of me to make it look as if I was in the picture too with them. My heart crushed when I saw that and I couldn't get the thought out of my happy family out of my head.

Did I do the right thing?