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“Yeah. I went by there earlier. Be looking for him to hit you up.”

“Mhmm,” she countered.

“Baby, I need to holla at you,” I told Rue.

“Y’all go ahead. I’m about to head home. Rue, call me later. Love you. See you later, Haze.”

While Rue walked Journei to the front door, I went into the living room and sat on the couch to wait for her. When she got back, I pulled her into my lap.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to run a few things by you.”

I leaned up and grabbed the envelope off of the coffee table and handed it to her.

“Open it.”

She looked at me skeptically.

“Why you looking like that?”

“The last time I opened an envelope, I was being subpoenaed to court,” she jested.

“I promise that’s not what this is. Open it.” I urged.

I watched as she opened the envelope and scan the documents. Inside, I had our marriage certificate that was dated back six months. Her name was added on all of my bank accounts, and I opened one for her and Infiniti. She had seven hundred and fifty thousand in hers, while Infiniti had two hundred and fifty thousand in hers. The documents stated she would get an additional million once she signed the papers and every year that we’re married she’ll get a deposit of one million dollars and Infiniti will get the same two hundred and fiftythousand as well. There was also a key to a brand new G-Wagon. I was tired of that little ass Altima she was driving.

“Hassan, what is all of this?” she croaked out.

“It’s the beginning of our future, baby. It may not be ideal, but we can make it work. Because it’s short notice, we won’t have a wedding, but we can do that on our one-year anniversary if you want,” I explained.

“You think we’re going to last a year?” she asked.

“You giving up on me already?”

“No,” she simpered.

“Alright then.”

I kissed her and assured her everything would be fine. Fuck her baby daddy and his wife if they thought they would keep fucking with my wife and shit be sweet. That shit wasn’t happening.

Chapter Eighteen

JaRue

It’s been a few days since Hassan presented me with our marriage certificate, along with everything else. To say I was beyond taken aback is an understatement. Not only did he go out of his way to make sure that I was good, but Infiniti too, and for that I will always be grateful. I pulled up to my parents’ house in my brand new G-Wagon that he gifted me all smiles. I knew they were going to be asking questions, and I had no choice now but to give them, especially since one of the gifts he gave me was rose gold marquise cut engagement ring with a matching band. He intended to give it to me the same day, but it wasn’t ready until the next day. I have never seen a ring so beautiful in my life. He even got himself a matching band, but his was set in platinum.

I pulled up to my parents’ house and got out and waited for them to come and open the door for me. My mother came to the door with Infiniti in her arms. While I reached for my baby, my mother was too busy looking around me to speak to me when I spoke back.

“JaRue, whose truck are you driving? She asked.

“Mine,” I responded as I walked further inside.

“Yours?”

I was now inside and sitting down with Infiniti. She’s been with my parents for the weekend, and I missed her little bad butt.

“Yes, mine. It was a gift from Hassan.”

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