Wifey: Part 1

Women could overlook and forgive a lot of shit, but with men, once they know you fucked someone else while you were with them, it usually was a wrap. I was just hoping that it was indeed officially a wrap for Mia.

CHAPTER 25

Mia

My heart was in my stomach when I hung up the phone with Nico. Right away I called Sharmel.

“You OK?” Sharmel asked me as soon she picked up the phone.

“No I’m literally dying right now. Oh my God!” I was uncontrollably trembling with fear.

“Mia, what happened?”

“Tell me the truth and be totally honest with me. Did you tell Ricky anything, about what happened down in Miami with me?”

“Hell, no! Are you crazy? I would never tell him no shit like that. He would be looking at me sideways if I did,” Sharmel replied.

I knew that she wasn’t lying. “Nico knows about Kelvin,” I said, desperate.

“Nooooo! How?”

“I have no idea, but that fucking bitch Jasmine was telling him that she got me on tape with a nigga in Miami banging my back out.”

“She’s fuckin’ lying, Mia.”

“So then how would she even remotely know to say something like that?”

“Kelvin’s from New York, and it could be a coincidence that she recently spoke to him. Don’t stress out.”

“Sharmel, she was down there in Miami! Fuck! I knew I saw that bitch down there.” I started crying.

“Mia, she wasn’t down there. Calm down. That’s just your mind playing tricks on you. All you need to do is tell Nico that you met Kelvin and he was an owner of the club and he got us in the club and bought us drinks, and that’s it. Nico knows you, so he ain’t gonna believe you would step out on him like that.”

“OK, I guess you’re right. I just wish I had listened to you and not fucked that dude. What the hell was I thinking?”

“Mia, that’s in the past. You’re human, and you were really going through it. Things happen. Don’t beat yourself up.”

I sighed into the phone and thanked Sharmel for listening to me. I asked her to keep her phone on, just in case I had to urgently call her back.

After I hung up the phone, I went to my computer and printed out what I had saved of Jasmine’s ads.

I tried to calm down. I still wanted to make sure that I was coming across confident, so I sent Nico a text and asked him, was he coming home to the apartment so I could show him what I had to show him.

Nico didn’t respond, and I looked at that as somewhat positive because, had he really had wind of me fucking Kelvin, there was no way he would have remained silent on that.

About a half an hour later Nico came home. He slammed the door so hard, I thought he broke the locks.

I grabbed the printouts I had of Jasmine and ran to the living room to meet Nico and show him my evidence. “Here’s your—” I said and tried to hand him what I had.

Whack!

Nico hauled back and slapped the shit out of me to the point where I literally saw stars, and I fell backwards until my back hit the living room wall and blood trickled out of my mouth. Then he charged me and grabbed me by my throat and started choking me with one hand. He was applying so much pressure, I just knew he was going to crush every bone in my neck.

“You went down to Miami to fuck some nigga!” he screamed at me. He was so angry, he couldn’t get his words out quick enough and was spitting on me while he yelled.

I was still seeing stars from his initial powerful slap and felt like I was about to pass out, but I kicked and scratched and swung and did everything I could to free myself from Nico’s ninja-like chokehold grip.

“Who the fuck was that nigga?” Nico demanded to know.