Snapshots

A Woman Scorned

Toya was calm as she walked to the table. As she sat down, Greg reached forward to give her a kiss on the lips, but she turned her face.

"Hey, honey! I ordered for you; our meals should be here soon," Greg said. "How was work today?"

He always asked her about work and would wait for her to reciprocate so that he could brag about himself.

"It was okay," she said taking a sip of lemonade. Olivia, their waitress, came out with their plates and began placing it in front of them. "How long have you been cheating on me?" Toya asked as Olivia began placing the plate in front of Greg. The plate slipped out of her hand, but the food didn't splatter. Shooting him a disgusted look, Oliva walked away.

"I-I would never --." Greg spluttered, standing. "I can't believe you think I would cheat on you! I thought you loved me."

She raised an eyebrow at Greg before beginning to eat. The pork chop at this restaurant was too good to waste. Rolling her eyes, she placed a picture on the table of him and Becky in the act. "Sit down Greg, and for once act like a man," she said sternly. He complied. She ate another piece of pork chop and took a sip of lemonade. "Answer my question."

"It only happened once. I-I was drinking too much. I was immediately sorry about what happened when I woke up the next morning. I didn't tell you about it because I love you too much to hurt you," Greg said as he reached for her hand.

Toya pulled her hand away and pulled another picture from the package: him having sex with Melissa, another coworker of his. "You better thank God I forgot my gun home." She took a deep breath, reminding herself that she needed to keep a cool head. "Don't insult my intelligence."

Greg sat back in his seat. "Wow. I can't believe you had me followed. What's the point of us even being in a relationship if you don't trust me?"

Olivia walked back over to refill Toya's cup of lemonade. When she reached over to refill Greg's cup, she spilled some on his lap.

"Oops; I've been so clumsy today," Olivia said monotone, placing a comforting hand on Toya's shoulder before walking away.

Toya fixed her gaze back on Greg as she took the last bite of her pork chop. "It's hilarious. You wanna lecture me on trust," she said dryly. "I didn't have you followed. Gabby, my friend who's a photographer, saw you with Becky and decided to follow you to get more evidence before she confronted me about your infidelity."

"Can you even call it infidelity? You refused to have sex with me," Greg shot back frowning.

"We had agreed to wait until marriage."

Greg scoffed. "No, you said you wanted to wait until marriage, and then tried to force your beliefs on me."

"So this has been going on since the beginning?" Toya asked stoically. "Even after I allowed you to stay at my house when you got kicked out of your apartment?"

Greg shrugged.

"I see," Toya checked her watch, everything should have been done by now. "I want you out of my house by 12 tonight. Anything left in my house will be burned on the front lawn."

"What! You can't do that!" Greg scoffed.

"Actually I can; you failed to remember that I'm a lawyer," Toya said calmly. "You remember the contract you signed when you moved into my house? One of the clauses stated that should anything happened to our relationship as a direct result of your misdeeds, I own anything you leave in my house after the allotted time period given to you to move your stuff out."

"You wouldn't do that; you love me too much." Greg sounded apprehensive.

"It's nine now, so you have about three hours to get everything out of my house." Toya said, standing. "I confronted Becky and Melissa who were surprised to find out you were in a relationship. They sounded really angry; I'd hate to see what they'd do to you. Be thankful, I don't have as bad of a temper."

She grabbed her bag and began to walk away before he could see her tears; she loved herself too much for that. She smiled when she saw his slashed tires and his shattered front window. It looked like she was going to have a bonfire with her two new friends.