Page 11 of Out of Bounds
The more I talked, the more her eyes pooled with tears. I genuinely didn’t know what she thought she was going to achieve by telling me that she’d been fucking my husband once upon a time. I could very well become unhinged and bash her skull in, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. For what? Why come out of character about a man who chose to ruin his marriage by not only stepping out, but producing an outside child?
This girl didn’t know me from a can of fucking paint and owed me nothing. I mean, as a woman, it was fucked up on her part, but the loyalty—the loyalty was supposed to come from the man I’d taken vows with.That’swho was supposed to guard my heart.
As painful as this shit may be, I wouldn’t give her a reaction. I was reserving all of that for Kreed.
“He’snevergoing to leave me for you. Y’all willneverbe a family, and I feel sorry that your son will never know what it feels like to have mommy and daddy under the same roof. Theonlyreason I’m not beating yo’ ass right now is because I have my son with me. Don’t think for one second that shit is sweet over here ’cause it ain’t. Lastly, don’t ever walk up to me againwhen I’m with one of my kids.” Paying her one final glance, I smiled and bumped past her.
“Masai…” she called out after me.
Is this chick serious?“Yes, sweetie?”
“I have proof that it wasn’t just some affair.”
“And what do you want me to do with that?”
“Nothing… I just.” She hesitated before saying, “I guess. I wanted…”
“What is it? You guess… you wanted? What? Might as well say what you need to say because this is thelasttime you and I willeverspeak.”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she let out a frustrated sigh. “I fell in love with Kreed. And I guess I thoug?—”
Cutting her off mid-sentence, I chuckled. “Thought he was going to leave me and his family to be with you. I’m sure he sold you a dream. That’s what married men do, love. It’s all part of an act. My husband never intended to leave, and I want to say, ‘I’m sorry that your feelings are invested,’ but I’m not.
“Youknewexactlywhat you were signing up for when you got in bed with him. Now,yougotta deal with the consequences. You willneverbe around my kids, love, and neither will your son.” With nothing left to say, I walked away.
The whole time I rang out my groceries, my conversation with her kept replaying in my head. She fell in love with my husband. That was laughable. What could he have possibly done to make her fall in love? Fucked her good was the only answer because that’s the only thing that I could see him doing.
The fact that whatever they had going on ended when she found out she was pregnant should’ve told her he didn’t feel the same way. She had lain down with a man who already had a family and thought he was going to abandon that for her. That nigga did what all married niggas do; he made her a glorified side bitch, and she was the nut that fell for his shit.
Livid wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how I was feeling. On top of being pissed the fuck off, I was hurt beyond words. After all of the things that we’d been through. All of the years that we’d been together. All of the memories we’d made—the children we’d procreated. His ass went and fucked it up! And for what? Sex.
We had a family—five fucking kids to be exact. And now, I was going to be the villain in this story because Kreed was getting the fuck out of the house today! He has fucked up, and I was going to have to deal with the fallout because I wasn’t going to be sleeping in the same residence as his dog ass tonight.
As soon as I had my groceries bagged, I raced out of the store so that I could get home and confront my husband. I needed some answers, and I wanted them today.
When I pulled up to the house, Kreed’s truck was parked in the driveway. Instead of getting out, I called his phone and waited for him to answer. The entire drive home was spent with me trying to recall any moments when my husband was unreachable over the past few years. I was trying my hardest to see if I could put together a timeline. Surely, if the two of them were “together” as she stated, then he had to have told me he was somewhere doing something else.
It wasn’t making sense, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach knew that girl wasn’t making this shit up. The way she talked was as if he had truly broken her heart. Clearly, she’d been trying to tell me since the night I first saw her.
Now that I think about it, she was pregnant that night. She wasn’t showing, but the timeline matches up with our run-inat the ESPYs. This nigga had looked me in my face and swore up and down that he didn’t know who she was. Hell, his phone showed no record of him being unfaithful, so after a while, I let the shit go. Maybe I should’ve kept looking because, apparently, there was something there that I either overlooked or missed. I was deep in my head when somebody started knocking on my truck window.
“Fuck you got going on?” Kreed asked after I rolled my eyes away from the phone and up to him. I must’ve been zoned out and didn’t hear him answer my call or notice him when he came outside.
Rolling the window down, I stared at his handsome face. How could the man who owned my heart just up and break it like that? Was I not enough? Had he gotten tired of the life that we’d built together? What was it? Why work so hard for this just to turn around and throw it all away? Did he not love me as much as he claimed he did? Was I no longer attractive? What had I done for him to do this to me? The longer I stared, the more tears welled up in my eyes.
Kreed stared at me quizzingly. “Sai? What’s wrong, baby?” he asked and reached for the door handle. Pulling on it, he opened the door and crouched down. “Why you look like you ’bout to cry?”
“Kreed. I met Ashton.”
The look of shock, guilt, fear, and confusion spread across his face instantly. Kreed’s eyes darted nervously, wide and unblinking, as if he was searching for an escape that didn’t exist. His mouth was gaped open slightly, but no words came out—he could only stammer half-sentences and a weak ass, “I can explain.”
“Yeah...” I fretted. “Why?”
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as his jaw tensed. The way he had them clenched, he was trying to will the truth from spilling out. “Masai.”
“Kreed, really?” I sobbed. “After everything that we’ve been through? We have kids... How am I supposed to explain this to them? What am I to say when they ask why we’re no longer together?”
“Baby, listen…” he mumbled as his shoulders slumped.
