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Then when she got pregnant, the promise got more serious.

I told her I wasn’t leaving Sam while she was pregnant with Serenity because I wasn’t about to stress my wife out while she was carrying my baby. Then Serenity came, Sam was postpartum, and I told Heather to give me until Collin got here.

Well…

Collin was here now.

That was the fucking problem.

Every excuse I’d given Heather had officially run out.

And I still wasn’t leaving Sam.

I loved my wife.

I loved my house.

Loved waking up with my kids under one roof.

Heather was cool. I cared about her. Loved my son already.

But divorcing Samantha?

Breaking up my family?

Moving my shit into Heather’s house and suddenly playing family over there?

Nah.

I wasn’t trying to do none of that shit.

I just hadn’t figured out how the fuck I was supposed to tell Heather.

So instead, I’d been doing what I did best.

Buying myself more time.

I pulled away from the site and headed toward East Orange.

My phone connected to the car automatically.

Three missed calls.

One from Heather.

One from Frozo.

One from some nigga I owed money from a card game two nights ago.

I ignored all three.

My life was getting on my fucking nerves.

Sam had been weird too.

Not angry.

That would’ve been easier.