I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

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A D'Angelo Russell imagine.

Omniscient

The room was dead silent, with Y/N on one couch and D'Angelo on the other. The therapist had been the mediator, sitting in between them. There was barely any communication, and if there was, it would just be a bunch of bickering and she would gradually move her head as if she were watching a tennis match.

D'Angelo had his arms rested on the arms of the couch, his jaw clenching in anger. He would look around here and there but his eyes were fixed on Y/N.

Y/N on the other hand, showed no interest in him. She had her legs crossed and the Louboutin shoe would click on the floor as time passed. All she did was stare at her nails and wonder why she allowed her mother and Luna to take them into couples' therapy.

After what must've been a long period of awkward silence for the therapist, she finally spoke up. "D'Angelo, is there anything you'd like to say? We've been here for an hour and a half now and I'm sure you'd like to get all those thoughts out."

She had locked the door so they couldn't go anywhere. Y/N didn't even think about fighting her for the key because she'd probably be in jail if she did.

D'Angelo sat up, "I'm straight." He simply said.

"Mr Russell you haven't said much since you got here, and I have all day so..." the therapist said, looking down at her wristwatch.

All Y/N did was roll her eyes at his attitude.

"What do you want me to say? How I feel about her cheating on me and getting pregnant?! Is that what you want?" He slightly raised his voice as Y/N scoffed.

"So did we just magically forget about how your ass was in jail in association with your dead and pregnant mistress?" She growled back.

"So you feel like he's holding a grudge against you, Mrs Russell?"

Y/N was about to say something but D'Angelo spoke up.

"I didn't sleep with my ex for revenge."

"Excuse me?" Y/N raised her eyebrow.

"The only way to resolve this is to talk it out. Even if it means you guys scream at each other, bottom line, you're not going anywhere until I feel like we've made progress." The therapist said.

"Why should I bother fixing something so broken doc? I'm done with this marriage." D'Angelo bluntly said.

"This marriage broke when you decided to impregnate your Cyn Santana looking mistress. Clearly she looked better than me and that's all you cared about."

"So am I going to be punished for the same mistake forever? And we don't even know for a fact that she was pregnant with my baby. You know they do anything for clout." He directed his words to the therapist, rather avoiding his wife.

Y/N reached for the brown envelope that was behind her.

"Since I need all the evidence I can get to justify myself, the forensic results came back. Trina Walkers was pregnant with your child D'Angelo!" She threw the papers at him.

He was now shocked but still stood tall with his pride.

"Y/N you took a damn paternity test because you weren't sure who's baby it is! And I'm not even sure if I want that baby!" He snapped.

His words stabbed Y/N a little too hard and she was taken aback. But since they both had pride, she couldn't be vulnerable at this point.

"You saw the paternity test and it's your baby! How dare you say something so hurtful?!" She yelled, moving forward in her seat.

"You could've paid that doctor to lie for all I know," he stood up, getting ready to go. "Oh and... I want a divorce." It seemed like it took a lot for him to get those words out, and he really didn't want to say them. He was just acting out of pure anger and lack of remorse.

Y/N gasped as her eyes got teary.

"Key please." He asked with his hand reached out to the therapist, leaving her no choice but to hand it to him.

He walked out and Y/N sobbed.

"Mrs Russell, he didn't mean that. I deal with these kinds of situations all the time and both of you still have fresh wounds and are extremely vulnerable. He just has a different way of showing it."

"He said he didn't want the baby, Doc. What kind of... who says that? It's not even Brandon's child!" She treaded in between painful sobs.

"How far along are you? I promise this all gets better with time. The first stage is always the hardest."

"About four months now. You know what, I need to go. Thank you." Y/N grabbed her bag and rushed out.

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D'Angelo.

I got home and I cried. I cried so hard to the point where I couldn't stop. I sat on the shower floor, thinking about all the pain I caused that woman. Lord knows I didn't want a divorce. I don't want a divorce. Me lashing out at her was the result of my conscience eating at me.

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Y/N.

"Mrs Russell your stress levels have been extremely high and I'm afraid that if this war between you and your husband carries on, you're going to lose the baby."

My heart dropped and I held onto my growing tummy. I don't know what I would do if I lost my baby. I'd hate myself and D'Angelo forever.

"I'm going to run a few more tests on you just to make sure everything is okay and will even go as far as forbidding you to see your husband if necessary."

"No, Doc. I'm sorry."

"I know it's not my place, but get it together. For the sake of this precious life."

Fin. 😩😭

Part O5 coming up.