The Man She Married

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Mirror, Mirror

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°one week later

Antrell arrives at his parents house and parks in the driveway. As he cuts the engine, the lights turn on and Yelena digs in her bag for her mirror and lipstick. She was applying her makeup when Antrell arrived at the house and honked the horn. He was already late and was in a rush. His meeting ran later than he thought it would. Yelena felt he was going to be late so she took her time to get ready. When he arrived and notified her of his arrival, she only had her lipstick to apply. In order to avoid an argument she got in the car and said nothing. It's been a week since the two separated. They only talked once to confirm that they were going to dinner together. However when it was over, they'd be going their separate ways. For the past week, Yelena had been at peace with herself. It felt good to have a whole house to herself  where she could read, write and have a clear mind. Antrell however has been working and doing what he needs to. It was a process but he was definitely seeing the difference. As Yelena applies her lipstick, Antrell couldn't help but to stare. It's been a month since they've kissed and he was definitely missing her lips.

"You ready?" Yelena questions while tossing her things in her bag. After zipping it up, she looks towards her husband who cuts his eye at her lustfully. She knew why he was thinking but they were on two different pages.

"Yea. You remember what I said?" He questions while removing his seatbelt. Yelena rolls her eyes in annoyance towards him.

"Mhm. I wasn't going to tell them what's going on between us anyway." She mumbles, throwing the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about with my pop." He sighs.

"Why are you worrying about me? You should be- you know what Antrell. Let's just get this over with because I can't do this with you right now." She mutters, getting out the car and slamming the door shut. Antrell exhales and shakes his head while getting out the car. After closing the door, he locks it and follows behind. He just wanted to get through the night peacefully. As he stepped up behind his wife, the door opens revealing Mrs. Bryant who grins wide with open arms.

"Hey Mom." Antrell greets as Yelena smiles and enters the house. She hugs Antrell's mother and pulls back.

"Hey, you two finally made it. We already ate. There's food left in the fridge if you want to make plates." Mrs. Bryant says as she hugs Antrell next.

"Damn, already? It's just six o'clock I told you we were coming." Antrell chuckles while pulling back.

"I would of died waiting on you two. I'm a diabetic I have to eat and take my medicine at a certain time. And watch your mouth in my house." Antwan tells him while stepping into the foyer. Yelena rolls her eyes while removing her jacket.

"Antwan he's a grown man and you curse all the time." Arielle flags.

"There's a thing called respect. For example, I've been in this room for a minute and his wife hasn't even acknowledged my presence." Antwan mutters, crossing his arms across his chest. Yelena turns around with a wide fraudulent smile, tilting her head a bit.

"You were talking and I didn't want to interrupt. Happy Thanksgiving, How are you Mr. Bryant?" She questions.

"Mm." Antwan mumbles, rolling his eyes as he turns away. Yelena shakes her head in an amused scoff as Arielle sighs and turns towards her.

"Don't worry about him. Come on, so y'all can get your plates." Mrs. Bryant says, wrapping her arm around Yelena's shoulders. The two head to the kitchen as Antrell follows behind.