ass. But nothing worked. Cain’s heart just wasn’t beating for her anymore. And the feeling of knowing that hurt like hell, but for the sake of their kids and her reputation, Billie pretended that everything was okay.
Then one day, Cain hit her with the hardest blow to her heart and announced that he was moving out and wanted to separate. That day, Billie swore that the entire neighborhood could hear her heart fall to the floor. A hurt like no other seeped through her veins.
She didn’t understand how Cain could look at her and not see how much she loved him. Was this really what she’d worked so hard for? Had she really upgraded him to be the perfect man for some other woman to reap the benefits? Did she put up with all of his lies and broken promises for nothing? Didn’t all the times he’d hurt her and put tears on her face count for anything? Didn’t she deserve some kind of recognition for all of that?
For weeks after that, Billie lay in bed, crying and wondering why. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why Cain would want to be with someone else. All he needed was her. She was his wife and the mother of his kids. Hadn’t she been enough? But then Billie thought maybe being just enough was the problem. She should’ve been more. So here she was, three months later, still wishing and praying that one day she would have her family back and Cain would come to his senses and return home.
“Wassup wit’ you?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She smiled, happy to be in his presence. “Did your daughters come and tell on me?”
“Yeah, they did. I told them I would whoop you later.”
“Really? How about now?” She stuck her butt out.
“If you don’t put that shit up . . .” He took a seat at the island and looked at her.
Billie wasn’t a size four anymore, but no man could deny how pretty she was. She was a five foot eight inch diva with diamond-shaped eyes. Whenever she smiled, a slight glimmer of a dimple graced her left cheek. Her long, jet black hair and Chinese-cut bangs highlighted her high cheekbones. The black Fendi pinwheel cardigan and cream-colored short full skirt enhanced her size twelve curves.
Billie caught him staring at her and asked, “What, you see something you like?”
“Wouldn’t you like if I did?” Cain slightly chuckled.
“Whateva. You know we gon’ have to start planning the kids’ party. Their birthday is in a few months.”
“Damn, it’s that time already,” Cain replied.
“Oh my God!” Billie shouted, spinning around. “I forgot. Today I’m supposed to have lunch with Dylan and Tee-Tee. Will you watch the kids for me?”
“Nah, I got someplace I need to be.”
“Where?”
“None of your business.” He looked at her funny.
“Whateva.” Billie waved him off. “I’ll just ask Mrs. Robertson if she’ll come back over. But if I may ask, what are you here for?”
“To see my kids,” Cain answered, taking out his cell phone. He’d gotten a text.
“Mm-hmm.” Billie resumed putting up the groceries. “What do you think we should do for the kids’ birthday?”
“I don’t know.”
“I was thinking maybe this year we should have a circus theme. What do you think about that?”
“Yeah, that shit is fucked up,” Cain answered as he replied back to the message.
“What?” Billie turned around. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what I just say?” She placed her hand on her hip.
“What the fuck? I’m listening!” Cain put the phone down, annoyed.
“No, you’re not! You too busy fooling wit’ that phone. Whoever that bitch is, she can wait.”
“Yo’, don’t start,” Cain warned, massaging his forehead.
“No, don’t you start,” Billie shot back. “I’m sittin’ here tryin’ to have a conversation wit’ you about your kids, and you not even concerned. Why you even over here? All you do is sit and talk on this damn phone.” She picked it up.
“You out yo’ fuckin’ mind.” Cain
Then one day, Cain hit her with the hardest blow to her heart and announced that he was moving out and wanted to separate. That day, Billie swore that the entire neighborhood could hear her heart fall to the floor. A hurt like no other seeped through her veins.
She didn’t understand how Cain could look at her and not see how much she loved him. Was this really what she’d worked so hard for? Had she really upgraded him to be the perfect man for some other woman to reap the benefits? Did she put up with all of his lies and broken promises for nothing? Didn’t all the times he’d hurt her and put tears on her face count for anything? Didn’t she deserve some kind of recognition for all of that?
For weeks after that, Billie lay in bed, crying and wondering why. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why Cain would want to be with someone else. All he needed was her. She was his wife and the mother of his kids. Hadn’t she been enough? But then Billie thought maybe being just enough was the problem. She should’ve been more. So here she was, three months later, still wishing and praying that one day she would have her family back and Cain would come to his senses and return home.
“Wassup wit’ you?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She smiled, happy to be in his presence. “Did your daughters come and tell on me?”
“Yeah, they did. I told them I would whoop you later.”
“Really? How about now?” She stuck her butt out.
“If you don’t put that shit up . . .” He took a seat at the island and looked at her.
Billie wasn’t a size four anymore, but no man could deny how pretty she was. She was a five foot eight inch diva with diamond-shaped eyes. Whenever she smiled, a slight glimmer of a dimple graced her left cheek. Her long, jet black hair and Chinese-cut bangs highlighted her high cheekbones. The black Fendi pinwheel cardigan and cream-colored short full skirt enhanced her size twelve curves.
Billie caught him staring at her and asked, “What, you see something you like?”
“Wouldn’t you like if I did?” Cain slightly chuckled.
“Whateva. You know we gon’ have to start planning the kids’ party. Their birthday is in a few months.”
“Damn, it’s that time already,” Cain replied.
“Oh my God!” Billie shouted, spinning around. “I forgot. Today I’m supposed to have lunch with Dylan and Tee-Tee. Will you watch the kids for me?”
“Nah, I got someplace I need to be.”
“Where?”
“None of your business.” He looked at her funny.
“Whateva.” Billie waved him off. “I’ll just ask Mrs. Robertson if she’ll come back over. But if I may ask, what are you here for?”
“To see my kids,” Cain answered, taking out his cell phone. He’d gotten a text.
“Mm-hmm.” Billie resumed putting up the groceries. “What do you think we should do for the kids’ birthday?”
“I don’t know.”
“I was thinking maybe this year we should have a circus theme. What do you think about that?”
“Yeah, that shit is fucked up,” Cain answered as he replied back to the message.
“What?” Billie turned around. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what I just say?” She placed her hand on her hip.
“What the fuck? I’m listening!” Cain put the phone down, annoyed.
“No, you’re not! You too busy fooling wit’ that phone. Whoever that bitch is, she can wait.”
“Yo’, don’t start,” Cain warned, massaging his forehead.
“No, don’t you start,” Billie shot back. “I’m sittin’ here tryin’ to have a conversation wit’ you about your kids, and you not even concerned. Why you even over here? All you do is sit and talk on this damn phone.” She picked it up.
“You out yo’ fuckin’ mind.” Cain
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