Chapter 19
LONDON
“London, this is the third season, so you’re pretty much a WAGS of Diamond Cove vet. You and Brion are among the fan favorites, but you made yourself kind of scarce this season. Why?”
I chuckled lowly. The reunion host knew why I wasn’t fucking with the show this season, and that hoe was sitting across from me.
“Well, when season three started, I was eight months pregnant and also filming my spin off special. By the time I was ready to go into labor, production had decided to bring people on the show that I didn’t care to be around.
So, I stayed where it was peaceful. And this is my last season on the show,” I announced with a smile.
The network had paid me seven figures to do a baby special.
They filmed me for two weeks before the baby was born and for two weeks after he was born.
The special had six episodes and had even higher ratings than the WAGS show.
They would be offering me all kinds of money to do another season, but they could kiss my ass.
They offered Miamor a spot on the show knowing how I felt about her, so all bets were off.
“Miamor has said many times that she doesn’t have an issue with you. Are you still upset that she had a threesome with your husband?”
Determined to keep it classy, I ran my tongue over my top row of teeth before answering.
“Let’s be clear. Miamor didn’t walk down the aisle and take vows with me.
My husband did. So, if she doesn’t mind opening her legs to married men that’s her business.
I didn’t wish to share a space with her because for her not to have an issue with me she keeps my name on her dick sucking lips in confessionals and on social media.
I can’t even get a new purse without hoes throwing subs that it’s an I’m sorry gift because I get cheated on.
I have my own money, and I don’t have to fuck and suck for or forgive cheating to get a Chanel bag.
Fuck outta here. Now, respectfully, don’t ask me shit else about Miamor. ”
When we were done, I stood up and walked to the dressing room to get undressed and get the hell out of there.
Brion had just announced that it was her last season as well.
We had husbands, babies, and businesses to run.
The drama and bullshit that the WAGS show had become was beneath both of us. I knew when it was time to move on.
I had forgiven Isaac and was in love with my life.
My cooking channel did great, and I didn’t communicate with any exes.
When Isaac wasn’t at practice, at a game, the gym, with Hymn, or family, he was at home.
He hadn’t been to a club since we got back together.
We went to couple’s therapy once a month and had date night once a month.
My mom watched the baby when I wanted to travel to his away games, and we hadn’t even argued since getting back together.
My life was good, and I didn’t have to sit in front of cameras and give strangers a glimpse of my life to prove that.
In fact, that morning, I had just learned that I was pregnant again, and I would never have revealed it at the reunion.
Those hoes would find out when the rest of the world did.
** flip the page for a note from me….