Robert Gray
When I met Ava, she was like a breath of fresh air for me. The moment I saw her beautiful face walking around my club, I knew I had to have her. Every attempt I made, she’d shoot a nigga down, but I wasn’t tripping. If anything, that made me want her more because a nigga like me loved a challenge.
For our first date, I took her out to Bonefish Grill.
Back then, I wasn’t the type of nigga to wine and dine bitches.
I kept shit simple. Either we were fuckin’ or move around.
For some reason, with Ava, I wanted more.
She carried herself differently from all the women I’d come in contact with.
She had a good and educated head on her shoulders.
I could tell by the way she walked that she had goals and morals. She even had her own business as well.
It wasn’t until after our fourth date that she finally let me hit.
After that moment, I knew we were getting married.
We had to. There was no way in hell I would let another nigga get close to her after the spell she put over me.
Once my mind was made up, I went ahead and proposed.
We were both so caught up in the thought of having the same last name that we headed to the courthouse a month later.
That’s when shit started to get a little rocky.
Two nights before our wedding day, she took a pregnancy test, confirming she was pregnant.
I never wanted children—that was something I expressed to her in the beginning.
I’d had a few bitches pop up and say they were pregnant, but it was always taken care of.
I didn’t use condoms. However, I was careful, and the bitches I fucked with knew STD tests were mandatory.
But a baby, nah, I wasn’t playing those games.
When I saw the happiness in Ava’s eyes, I couldn’t go against the idea.
I mean, shit, if I had to choose any woman in this world to carry my babies, it would be her.
So, I didn’t trip out about it. A piece of me was actually a little happy about the idea of starting a family.
We were good, fucked all night, actually.
Now, although I had her tied down, I was still fuckin’ around.
I’m a player at heart, and I’d never committed myself to one piece of pussy since I started fuckin’ at the age of twelve.
Right after we found out we were going to be parents, my skeletons started falling out of the closet.
The day before our wedding, I came home pissy drunk and passed out.
Apparently, one of my side bitches had been blowing me up.
Ava went through my shit and saw all the messages.
The naked pictures I had saved of random hoes.
Since I’d known her, she had never been the violent type.
She never gave me the impression that she’d get physical with anyone.
She was so soft-spoken and too sweet for her own good.
I was surprised when I was woken up by my phone being thrown against my head.
As I lay on the bed with her on top of me, throwing her fists while crying and screaming, I was so zoned out that I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about at first. Over and over, she kept telling me how much she hated me.
That shit actually broke my heart. I was too drunk to fight with her and plead my case, so I left the house.
Once I sobered up, I came back, and she was still an emotional wreck.
Ava expressed that she no longer wanted to go through with the marriage.
She even said she was going to move on, and we could just co-parent when it came to our child. I wasn’t having that shit.
Like Keith Sweat, I begged her not to leave me.
I apologized, and we argued for hours. All I needed was another chance.
I begged and pleaded for her not to leave.
The more I apologized, she began to soften up.
I had to explain to her that she did nothing wrong for me to cheat, and I promised to cut ties with every female I had relations with.
Finally, I vowed to never cheat or entertain any other woman.
I felt like a sucka on bended knee, crying and shit.
I have to give it to myself; I sold that shit.
After she said she’d forgive me as long it never happened again, we had sex.
The first few months of our marriage, that shit was great.
We were in a great space. Ava had this angelic glow during her pregnancy that only made me even more attracted to her.
At that time, I was actually on the straight and narrow of being a good husband.
I mean, I flirted with bitches at the club, but for the most part, I kept my dick in my pants.
My appetite for sex from other women died down because Ava was like a damn Energizer bunny.
Pregnancy had her hormones through the roof, and all she wanted to do was fuck, it seemed.
She kept me on my toes, and every night, I was faithfully home.
Then, she had Savannah. Personally, I wanted a son, but I was glad my baby girl was healthy.
So we thought, at least. For the most part, Savannah was a pretty good baby.
She cried a lot, and sometimes I couldn’t take it.
After a month, I noticed that motherhood was beginning to take a toll on Ava.
She was always tired, moody, and distant.
She cried over every damn thing, it seemed, and she barely slept.
Then the pandemic hit, and she quickly took a loss when it came to her catering business.
Everything seemed like it was taking a toll on her and shit shifted within our marriage.
It was the mood swings that took our relationship to another level.
I started drinking more because it was too much shit to handle.
Every time I turned around, she had an attitude about something.
It got to the point that she’d bring up my cheating habits.
One night, I came home from the club, and she was up pacing the living room.
Savannah was asleep in the bassinet. I was supposed to have been home hours earlier, but I decided to have a few drinks and chill. That was a problem.
I was lit, and she wanted to argue. All I remembered was hearing her say she needed space.
I lost it. That was the first time I put my hands on her.
A busted lip and a black eye came from it.
At that time, I regretted it. I had a history of roughing a few bitches up, but it always stayed between us.
They knew not to try me by reporting shit.
Anyway, after that, our marriage became an emotional rollercoaster.
That same night, I reverted back to my old ways and called up my ex.
When it came to cheating, I knew I had to move a certain way.
It was nothing to live a double life because I knew how to get over and cover my tracks.
However, I knew the shit I was doing in the dark would eventually come to light.
I just didn’t think it would happen the way it did.
It was my fault, though, because I became sloppy.
I didn’t know why I thought bringing Kelcy and our kids to the house I shared with Ava was a good idea.
Seeing my baby in rare form, attacking me and destroying everything in her sight showed me how scorned she was.
Over the past few days, every time I woke up and looked in the mirror at my reflection, all I could say was damn.
I had fucked over a good woman. The night I beat her ass, I knew I had fucked up.
I left right after, and when I came back, she was gone.
I tried to track her down at her folks’ house, but she wasn’t there.
She had me blocked. Her sister wasn’t worth a damn, and questioning her brother wasn’t an option.
I didn’t fuck with her family, so I knew I wouldn’t get too many answers from any of them.
I knew she worked at the bank in the city, so I sat outside and waited to see when she’d come and go.
That’s when I saw her come out with some white muthafucka, smiling in his face.
Smiling too damn hard. They seemed to be too friendly and touchy.
I watched them for a few days and came to the conclusion that they had to be fuckin.
She even had my daughter around this muthafucka.
Not only that, I also found out she had been staying right outside the city in an expensive ass townhouse.
It took me a few days to get my attitude in check because I wanted her back home.
When I pulled up to her parents house, I went to work shit out.
I knew she was mad at me and most likely vulnerable.
A heartbroken woman, open to lean on any shoulder that would listen to her cry.
That’s where that white boy came in. She was making herself available to some white muthafucka who thought he was black, and I wasn’t about to have that.
Shit didn’t go the way I thought, though.
In her eyes, I could finally see fear and distrust, but it was different this time.
I figured because we were at her parents’ house, it gave her the boldness to puff her chest out at me.
I let it ride because I knew at the end of the day, I’d have the upper hand.
If she thought we were going to go our separate ways peacefully, she had another thing coming.
Everything she had was because of me. I owned her.
So you damn right I reported my car stolen.
Ava had nothing in her name, I purposely made sure everything was in mine.
Even the house we shared, my name was on that muthafucka not hers.
I even went as far as closing out the joint account we had.
Since she didn’t want to fall in line and called herself walking out on me; I planned to make her ass suffer.
The next thing I knew, I was leaving my club one night, and some niggas ran up on me.
Knocked my ass out, only for me to wake up in some abandoned looking building.
I didn’t know what they had up their sleeves, until the same cracka I saw Ava with walked up on me.
His demeanor was a lot different from when I saw him standing around with Ava at the bank.
This muthafucka had gold slugs, and from his lingo, I could tell he was one of those white dudes with mostly black friends.
I wasn’t expecting Ace to be one of those friends.
I couldn’t stand that muthafucka, and I knew he can’t stand me but I never gave a fuck.
When white boy flashed that sex tape of him and Ava, that shit set my soul on fire. Watching her bent over for another muthafucka and calling his name broke my spirit. I wasn’t about to let anyone else know that shit, but it did.
This muthafucka told me to my face that he wanted my wife and had bagged her.
Then he had the nerve to speak on my daughter.
This bitch really had my daughter around another muthafucka.
He laughed in my face, then he had Ace and the other clown ass nigga jump me.
Those muthafuckas degraded and humiliated me in the worst way.
To be left in the middle of the road butt ass naked, damn near twenty miles from the house.
That’s some shit I couldn’t come back from.
I had to call Kelsie to come pick me up.
I was so pissed, she knew not to even ask me any questions.
My ego was shattered. This white boy called himself punking me as if I was some hoe ass nigga.
Yeah, they messed me up physically, and getting into it with Ava and Aja didn’t make shit better.
It would take some time for me to heal, that’s the least of my worries.
All that shit white boy pulled, and to know Ava's disloyal ass went behind my back, it’s up for the both of them.
When it came to those papers he forced me to sign, I didn’t give a fuck what he was talking about or thought. Ava was mine. He’d have to kill me before I came up off of that. If I didn’t kill her first.