You'd gotten every piece of evidence you could gather. Over the course of five weeks, just three shy of your wedding you collected all the evidence you needed. Phone bill records showed that Dee and Algee talked more than you and he did. You shared his location with you in his sleep one night. You had gotten Dee to do the same, though she did it willingly.
For the most part, both of their whereabouts seemed normal most days of the week. They went to their respective work places, visited people, and went to McDonald's, but you noticed that every Tuesday and Thursday they shared the exact same pinpoint location at a Motel 6. They always met around 6:30pm, faithfully.
So, you devised an action plan today. You even marked it on your calendar. Thursday, December 27th you were about to raise hell and whoop some ass.
You put on something sexy, just for dramatics. Plus, it always makes you feel empowered.
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You painted your lips a bright red and slipped on your black Louis V's. You threw on your full length designer trench coat and shades.
So, that's where you're headed. Going 85 in a 35 to catch them in the act. It sucks to know that the man you were suppose to tie the knot with is fucking the woman who was supposed to be your maid of honor, but you had something for their asses.
You arrived a little bit earlier than their designated time and waited for one of them to show up. You were watching to see which room they'd enter.
Dee showed up first. She had a Kool Aid smile and some tacky cheetah print bodysuit on and terrible blonde wig on. How she became your best friend, you'll never know.
She went to the lobby and checked in. She came back out holding a room key and walked quickly up the metal staircase to room 310.
At 6:21pm, Algee pulled up in the car that you brought him on his birthday. He loves that fucking car and you spent a lot of your hard earned money on that shit. It's too bad that your anger tends to outweigh your logic most of the time.
He hopped out of the $123,000 G-Wagon and walked his happy ass towards the staircase. You decided to give him one last shot. You wanted to test him. You pulled out your phone and called him.
He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and sighed when he saw the caller ID.
"Hey, babygirl. I was just thinking about you. Wassup?" he is such a fucking actor, but you're better.
"Hey, bae. I was just wondering what you were up to."
"Oh...um, I'm just on my way to my mom's. She called me about pipe that needed to get fixed under the sink,"
"Really? You're mom was telling me that she just had inspection and they said everything was good last week,"
"You know how those inspectors are. They just look at that shit and if it's not leaking then and there they go on with they day,"
