Amirya
The door closes behind me, and I don’t look back—not at the house, not at the memories, not at him. The engine hums low as I pull away, city lights stretching into blurred lines ahead of me. For once, I don’t feel lost—I feel clear.
My phone connects to the car, and I call Aisha. She answers on the second ring, her voice soft but alert.
“What happened?” I let out a slow breath, gripping the wheel a little tighter.
“I left him.”
There’s a pause on her end, then a careful, measured response.
“I understand you’re mad, but don’t make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions.” I shake my head, eyes locked on the road.
“I ain’t really mad,” I say, my voice steady. “Because I know what kind of nigga True is. I just didn’t think he’d be dumb enough to keep cheating, get caught, and think I wouldn’t react. I overstayed my welcome. That’s all this is.”
The silence that follows isn’t judgment—it’s her listening. Really listening. I swallow hard, the truth sitting heavy but not breaking me.
“He didn’t deny it,” I add. “That’s what pissed me off the most. He just stood there… guilty as fuck. Speechless.”
Aisha lets out a soft sigh. “So, he didn’t fight for you? True, didn’t beg you to stay?” A small, humorless laugh escapes my lips.
“He did,” I admit. “But it doesn’t matter. I can’t be with True. I’ll hurt him, and I’m not trying to be that version of myself.” I pause, letting the road stretch ahead of me like something new.
“It’s way too many niggas out here checking for me to be dealing with his shit. I know what I bring to any table I sit at. And I’m not about to keep settling for less than that.”
I let out a breath, shaking my head as I merge onto the highway, city lights flickering across my windshield while Aisha stays quiet on the other end, letting me talk.
“I really like True,” she finally says, and I scoff immediately.
“Fuck True.” She lets out a little laugh under her breath.
“I was getting there.”
“It’s taking you too long,” I mutter, gripping the wheel tighter.
“Coop can’t wait to tell True we’re talking about his ass, but anyway… True is a jealous ass nigga. The day you step out with another nigga, he finna stretch something.”
I roll my eyes.
“He doesn’t need to do all that, but he finna hate me.
It’s over. I’m finna show him we really done.
I’m just saying, he was reckless as fuck with Tamika.
Whenever I see her again, it’s up. I’mma make it my business to smash that bitch.
She’s an opportunist, and I’mma show that hoe don’t ever use me as an opportunity. ”
Aisha sighs.
“I’m sure she doesn’t wanna see you, especially after you and Rhy took turns dusting her ass.”
I smirk faintly.
“She wanna see me, especially if she has the balls to send those pics to my phone.”
There’s a pause before she asks, softer this time, “You wanna come stay with me?”
I shake my head immediately.
“Nope. I’m going to my penthouse. I ain’t trying to run into True. I’m changing my number too—I’mma make sure that nigga can’t get up with me. I’ll go back tomorrow to get the rest of my shit.”
Aisha doesn’t argue.
“I don’t blame you. I’ll go with you.”
We sit in silence for a second before ending the call, and the second the line goes dead, I grab my phone again—no hesitation, no overthinking—and text one of my replacements. Telly da Don.
Me:
I’m single again.
Number 2:
Come see me.
Me:
Drop the LO.
Number 2:
I glance at the address, press harder on the gas, and smirk to myself.
Me:
I’m on my way.