Consequences

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I could see past my neighbor’s large tree. Lorenzo made it down to the corner and hopped into the passenger’s seat. As the car drove slowly past my house, I felt like my jaw hit the ground.
    â€œWhat the . . . ?” I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. Did those two know his wife was crazy?
    I turned and followed Donovan and Rudy into the house and lowered Aiden to his feet. Instantly, he raced over to his toys. “Do you know whose car he just got in?” I asked, and with good reason.
    My husband headed into the kitchen shaking his head. “Nah, he’s seeing some chick and asked me to cover. All I know is she’s picking him up on the corner.”
    A smile curled the corners of my mouth as I walked into the kitchen and washed my hands. Lorenzo wasn’t meeting some chick. That white Impala with the tinted windows belonged to Tristan.

8
    Trinette
    For the past two weeks I have been trying to think of a way to end my relationship with Jrue. Yet every time he touched me, and I felt all eight inches of that chocolate goodness sliding inside of my body, for the life of me I could barely find the strength to even whisper his name. I knew I had to end the affair and focus on my husband and the baby, but part of me wanted to hold out until the last possible second. Mainly because, dammit, it wasn’t fair. I had finally found a man who made me feel like the woman I knew I could be. He is the man I had been waiting all my life for, and what happened, I can’t even have him. I swear to you someone up above is truly testing me.
    â€œHey, Trinette.”
    I glanced up from my computer to see one of the students enrolled in my program standing right outside my door.
    â€œCome on in,” I urged. Dory shuffled in with her head hung low, wearing boot-cut jeans and an oversized T-shirt. “How are classes going this semester?” There were only four weeks left in the semester.
    She shrugged. “I think I’m going to have to withdraw before the grade counts.”
    â€œWhy’s that?” I signaled for her to take the seat across from me.
    Dory’s eyes shifted nervously. “My mother and I haven’t been getting along. She moved another one of her boyfriends into the house and I don’t feel comfortable with him being around my daughter all day when I’m not there.”
    I understood better than she’d ever know. My mother had moved her brother into the house when I was twelve. Back then she was so strung out on crack she had no idea he had been raping me in the next room. Uncle Sonny abused me for four years until I finally had the guts to try to bite his dick off. He never touched me again, but the pain of all those years of my mother not being there for me had scarred me bad. Over the last three years Mama and I had worked to restore our relationship and get past that dark period of my life, but it hadn’t been easy.
    â€œWhat I need to be doing is tryna get a job so I can get a place of my own,” Dory continued.
    I nodded because I clearly understood where she was coming from. “There’s a program out there that may be able to help you get a housing allowance, but you have to be a full-time student.”
    Her eyes lit up. “Really? I have no problem with staying in school as long as my baby is safe.”
    I smiled at her. She was such a beautiful girl; no one that young should have so much pain to bear. “Let me make a few phone calls this afternoon and see what I can work out. In the meantime, you make sure you study so you can keep your GPA up.”
    Dory nodded and looked pleased by my answer; then I hurried her off so she wouldn’t be late for class.
    I wished someone had cared about me when I was young. Instead, I raised my brothers and grew up fast. I learned to survive by any means necessary.
    I heard a light knock at the door and looked up to see Jrue standing

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