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“I don’t understand⁠—”

“Let me make it real clear for you then since you wanna act like a dumbass. Did you realize you didn’t love me before or after you started feeding information to the commissioner?”

Aniya’s eyes grew wide. “Gino⁠—”

“Answer the damn question!” I shouted.

Before she could, Yara entered the office. She looked between me and Aniya before she settled her pretty gaze on me. Some of the rage I felt seeped out of me.

“Everything okay? I heard shouting,” Yara said.

“Bitch, get the fuck out of my office! You see me talking to my husband,” Aniya snapped. She had officially lost her damn mind. That was okay. So had I.

Ignoring Aniya, I directed my question toward Yara. “Why you ain’t eating?”

“I heard shouting,” she whispered.

“Go grab ya food and come in here.”

“I’m not hungry⁠—”

“Fave, what I say?”

Yara disappeared from the doorway.

“Fave? Is that what you called her? The fuck is that supposed to mean? And why do you care if she ate?” Aniya asked, rising from her seat.

It was a good idea. I didn’t want her sitting behind that desk and in a place of position anymore.

“Come sit next to me,” I demanded.

Aniya stomped over to me. “I ain’t sitting anywhere until⁠—”

I pushed the empty chair next to me forward so it hit the back of her knees and forced her to sit just as Yara entered the room again.

“Go ’head and sit,” I told Yara, nodding toward the chair Aniya just rose from.

Yara looked at the chair and then at me, but my baby already knew when to question me and when not to because she walked her pretty ass to the chair and sat down.

My dick got hard, but I stayed focused.

“Aw, hell no. Gino, what the fuck⁠—”

“Did you hear what I just asked you? You don’t even care that I know you been workin’ wit’ the commissioner to get me locked up for life? I don’t even give a fuck about you not lovin’ me no more. I’m past that. I got somethin’ way better in my present and future.” I winked at Yara, whose skin tinted red. “I just want to know why,” I asked Aniya.

She looked between me and Yara before an evil smirk covered her face. “Because I built you brick by brick, nigga, and I deserve everything you worked so hard for. I was there for you from the beginning, patient and the best wife, and it’s time I collect on all that.”

“Collect on it? You had everything you ever wanted, Aniya. Fuck you mean it’s time you collect on my shit?”

“That’s just it! Your shit. I wanted my own. For more than almost two decades I’ve lived in your shadow, playing the dutiful wife. Everything I had was yours,” Aniya snapped.

I stood up, rage flowing through me. “I gave you this shit! I built you a fuckin’ home from your desires. Your designs. Fuck are you talkin’ ’bout?”

I didn’t understand her logic, and I think it was time I realized I never would.

“Everything you gave me came with your nagging suggestions! Even this company! I can’t take a damn day off without your judgment! I can’t discipline my ain’t shit employees without you reminding me of laws and guidelines and bullshit. I feel like I’m living with my fucking father!” Tears streamed down her face, and I just shook my head and waved her off. I was officially done with her bullshit.

I looked at Yara, and I laughed when I saw that her ass was eating her hashbrown while she watched the scene unfold in front of her. I didn’t miss the anger dancing in her eyes as she glared at Aniya. My brow rose. Let me find out my baby had a mean streak and would lean the fuck up about me. From the way she sat there and ate while her eyes shot daggers at Aniya, I knew that Yara had reached her limit with my ex-wife too.