Page 105 of Unbreakable Bond

Tyson bobbed his head but didn’t say anything. His brain was processing, or maybe he was working overtime to remain calm.

“Yeah, he told me, but it would’ve been nice to hear that from my wife instead of the nigga still in love with her.”

“What?” I turned around in shock.

“I had a meeting with your nigga the other day, and he had a lot to say about how far y’all go back.”

“He’s not my anything!” I yelled, slamming the container of juice on the counter.

“He must be something because all of a sudden, you can’t fuck your husband. The one thing we’ve never had a problem with. Shit, that’s what got us into this, right? Us fucking, and now we can’t do that because you want to fuck Vincent, right?”

“I’m not doing this right now! We can have this conversation when you don’t smell like liquor!” I yelled, trying to walk around Tyson to get away from him.

“The liquor is the only thing keeping me calm right now.”

Finally, Tyson’s delirium forced me to erupt.

“Did I fuck him while we were dating? Yes, I did! Have I fucked him since you kept pawning me off; no, I haven’t! Thanks for letting me know what you think of me.”

“So now this shit is my fault because you chose not to be honest.”

“Because I know how you get!”

“How do I get Ky!”

“Stop fuckin’ calling me that!” I threatened.

“If you wanted to be free so fuckin’ bad, why keep the baby?” Tyson’s mocking tone felt like a gut punch. The disrespect his question created had my hand flying toward his face before I realized I had slapped him.

“It was my body and my choice! Nice to know how you really feel about your son.”

“Stop trying to make me guilty so you can feel better about your shit! Neither of us wanted this, but you chose to keep him. I respected your choice and have been by your side every fuckin’ day, trying to make this house a home! The only reason you were pawned off in the first place is because you begged me for something to do. I always gave Kyerra what she wanted, but what about me!” Tyson yelled, beating his chest. “This whole shit has been about you!”

“Listen to me, Tyson. I didn’t do anything! I swear! You have to trust me,” I cried.

“But you wanted to! Real bad to the point that nigga is in your head about your own husband! You hear how crazy that shit sounds?”

“Of course, I thought about it! How could I not? He wants me and not because I got pregnant! So yes, it felt good to spend time with a man genuinely interested in me instead of one who’s here out of obligation!”

“Well, there we have it. Finally, the truth.”

“Tyson, I’m sorry. I—.” His hand went up, causing me to bite back the rest of my statement.

“I asked for the truth, right?” He paused briefly, and I could see the pain in his eyes. “I want you to be happy, but you can’t do that here. I won’t fight the divorce or stop caring for you and Bryson, but we’re done.”

My shoulders shuttered as I whispered, “Divorce. We can’t just divorce, Tyson.” If it were that simple, we wouldn’t have married in the first place.

“I’ll handle that. Now, you and Vincent can live whatever fairytale you want, but you’re not taking my son out of DuPont Falls,” he warned.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said. You’re free to leave, and I’ll make sure you’re set up well. After all, you are the mother of my son, but all that goes out of the window if you think I’m footing the bill for you to play house with another nigga and my son. It’s just not happening, Ky.”

“Now you’ve officially lost your mind! I know you’re hurting, and I’m sorry, but?—.”

“This isn’t hurt talking. This is me being real. Get your man to agree to the terms, and you’re free. No strings attached.”

“I’m your wife! I’m not some bargaining chip that you can use to get what you want.”

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