I'm standing here, witnessing my worst nightmare: my wife actually sleeping with my ex-girlfriend's husband.

Should I be enraged? Absolutely.

Am I? Barely.

I'm more so disappointed. We could have easily talked about this. and shut everything down peacefully, went about our separate ways.

Nope. We have to do everything publicly and in front of national television. It's now in me to act like I'm so shocked and pissed off.

"So, tell me, Kyra. Is this what you want in a man? Is this who you're going to leave me for? This is the guy you want instead of me, huh?"

"You speak like I ain't shit. I'm the shit if I can take your wife from up under you."

This fuck ass nigga here.

"Man, ain't nobody talking to you. Answer me, Kyra!"

"No, Tripp! I just...you know I don't want no one but you. It was just an accident, a-"

"Right. You accidentally fell on top of him and his dick just so happen to find its way inside you by itself. That makes a bunch of sense. Didn't realize that this was a new form of CPR."

Something about this hurts a bit. Thankfully, it's not as bad as I have to make it seem.

He talks about taking someone's wife. He should really rethink what he just said.

Kyra's heavily breathing as she looks over at a pissed Davin, pacing around the suite floor. I'm wondering what set him off. Was it what I said or the fact that he got caught? Smooth move, player.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this, babe. I had a plan to tell you and it just fell out of my hands. I promise that I was going to tell you..."

Tell me what? How was I supposed to find out? Find out about her fucking with this guy? Seems as though there's more behind all of this, like she's about to reveal that they've been fucking with each other for the past several days. As if I don't know already.

I turn back around and watch her with concern on my face. She's still struggling to wrap her naked body with the comforter from the bedroom, the same bedroom we've slept in together.

Okay, I'm still a little pissed. Who wouldn't be pissed about their spouse messing around with somebody else, especially if it's someone you know?

This is the same guy I lost Journee to, the same guy I thought I had to compete with, and the same guy that's made me feel so small since the moment I found out he married the woman who truly has my heart.

Now, he's the guy that took my wife. It's like there's a pattern here and he may not realize it but this is what it looks like. Like, how could he have known about Kyra and fuck around with her? Plus, how do you have the time?

Speaking of this guy, he folds his arms and taps his foot while studying Kyra's posture. It's as if he's waiting for her to do something.

"We thought you guys were staying out late. Cam said you guys were having a good time and wouldn't be back for a few hours," he says.

And that's supposed to make this okay? What if this were still happening when we got back home? This is stupid.

I could leave right now but I haven't. Fuck the cameras and everybody that wants to see this drama. Why am I still standing here?

"We decided to come back early. Something about how you wanted to spend some time with Journee. You know, out of respect for you and her. Didn't expect to see you, of all people, here with my wife. It couldn't have been anyone else..."

"Aye, look. She was supposed to tell you a long time ago, bro. Kyra, you ain't got no excuses now. Let him know what's up."

Tell me what a long time ago? This has been going on longer? Let me know what? I'm confused and a little more frustrated now.

My eyes shoot to a guilty-faced Kyra as she clutches the comforter in her hands, eyes filling up with tears. The perks of being an actress.

"Let. Me. Know. What. Kyra?"

This angry tone was a mix of a gimmick and a little pain. This is not that serious but when you've put so much time and energy into someone, convincing yourself that it's going to last forever and that you love them, only to be pushed away like this. How do you think I'm supposed to feel? It's getting to me.

She gulps and shakes her head in denial.

"Tell him, woman!"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm getting there..."

She lifts her head at me, blinking very fast to hold back her tears. I'm folding my arms as I watch her be overdramatic with whatever news she has to tell me.

"Trippy-"

"Please save the nicknames and get to the point, Kyra," I interrupt.

She sighs and says "Davin and I met about nine years ago. It was the year after you met Journee..."

Wow...

That's wild.

"So, how did you meet him and start messing with him? Really, I'm shocked it's been that long. If you didn't want to be with me, you could've told me. Instead, you lead me on, marry me, have a child with me, and still keep this shit going. That's crazy..."

I'm thinking about everything now and, the more I try to put the pieces together, the more I get pissed. This is starting to mess with my emotions.

There were moments, in our marriage, where I did fall in love with her and didn't just convince myself into the idea. Here I am, thinking she been feeling the same way. Here she is, going back to her old ways.

With that being said, I'm very angry now.

"Little did you know that I'm not the side nigga in this love triangle," Davin teases as he chuckles like he just said some clever shit.

But who's the one that got the ring?

Then again...I need to take that back.

"Can you shut up, please? Anyway, we met at a conference. He was working for a famous fitness instructor and I was promoting that new energy drink there. We fooled around for a night and then continued for a few months..."

A few months, huh? How the fuck did I I not see this coming?

"We were fighting around that time and I just needed to breathe-"

"So, you breathe on somebody else's dick? That's how you catch your breath? Cool..."

"Tripp, please. I wanted a strong man and that's how Davin made me feel so we started dating in secret-"

"Since you're taking the longest time ever, I'll tell him. Basically, we got married in Vegas, after a drunk night, and decided not to get an annulment. That means..."

She's been married to both of us.

So, that's how she's felt about me all this time? That's a shame. I blame myself because I'm blind and stupid enough to not see this shit.

My eyebrows furrow at Kyra as she wipes those fictional tears from her cheeks. Davin continues to throw all of this in my face.

"Lastly, Safari ain't your kid. Put the pieces together and you'll see that she was created the same night that Kyra and I got 'married.' You one of those smart guys, right? You can figure it out."

And that's what sends me over the edge. I charge towards him, about to hit him, but Kyra pulls me back and I throw her off of me.

He's gotta be lying just to get under my skin because that's my child. That's my little girl. She looks just like me. Ain't no way in hell.

"Tell me he's lying, Kyra. Tell me he's just fucking me," I say as I catch something my throat and my speech begins to break up.

I'm truly heartbroken, wanting to fight anybody that gets around me right now. I raised that little girl for eight years. How could she not be mine? She looks exactly like me and...

I can't be this stupid.

Kyra twiddles her fingers and says "Remember when I said I need to that swab of saliva to see if we were related...?"

My eyes widen at the memory. Yeah, that was definitely stupid. I thought she was just kidding and I let her do it anyhow. How did I not think that through? I'm smarter than this.

I look up at Kyra and try to keep myself from crying.

Enraged. Angry. All I see is red.

"Trippy, I'm so sorry. We can work this out and still be a happy family. You know you're the only one I want. Let's just talk about this. Please-"

"GET the fuck off me, man!"

I'm pushing her off me as she's pleading for me to forgive her. She wants me to hold her and baby her like I've been doing.

I probably would have forgiven her if she just said she's been fucking with this guy. They threw Safari into all of this and I don't know what to feel now.

Out everything in my life, she's my greatest accomplishment. I was so happy knowing that I helped create a beautiful little princess.

This just turned into a hard parental battle and this is unforgivable.

As soon as I throw Kyra off of me, my eyes watch her as she lays on the floor with tears in her eyes.

Sometimes, I forget that she's a wonderful actress. Good thing she's not a mind reader nor can see how someone else is feeling. She's just so...

Fake.

I shake my head, holding back the plethora of tears wanting to fall, and clench my fists.

"I gotta go."

As I'm marching out of the suite, I hear Kyra call for me but I just ignore her. I can no longer hear her because of all this.

Once I get to the elevator, I break down into a silent but heavy cry. The tears comfort me, for the moment, and help me not have a full episode in this elevator.

The elevator door opens and I'm about to walk out, blinded from the warm tears in my eyes. Soon, I hear a "Tripp, are you okay?"