Chapter 50 FIONA
FIONA
When my driver pulled up, I was surprised to see Braylen’s car.
However, being greeted by someone, to my knowledge, with no access to this side of town, left me speechless.
I watched him admire all the luxurious items as if he were in a museum.
For a split second, I felt a twinge of sadness.
That all went away when he opened his mouth with a threat that I knew he couldn’t deliver on.
It was laughable that he thought he held some form of authority and could tell me that I wasn’t capable of doing anything.
When, in fact, I could put his Black ass back in jail.
Once Braylen and Kareem left, I called Naheem and told him to get here as soon as possible.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but we needed to tie up all loose ends.
If we were going to handle June Calloway, it needed to happen.
If we were going to send Kareem back to where he came from, that also needed to happen.
As for Braylen, I needed to talk to Bobbie about how we would handle him.
As I made my way toward the kitchen, one of my maids called out to me from the stairs. “Mrs. Fiona, it’s Mr. Laureaux,” she said nervously.
I placed my hand on my hip. “What do you mean, it’s Mr. Laureaux? What’s wrong?”
I moved quickly as I climbed the steps. When I reached the top, I stared down the hall at a bedroom I hadn’t slept in for years.
Bobbie and I had grown apart, yet somehow managed a decent living situation.
I ran my hand down my satin dress as I made my way toward the room.
I gently pushed the door open to see Bobbie sitting on the bed with his head down.
“Bobbie,” I muttered.
He still hadn’t moved, so I moved toward him. “Bobbie!” I shouted this time.
His head slowly turned my way. The way he looked at me sent a chill through my body.
The look in his eyes said that something had changed.
I didn’t know if it had come from the conversation he and I had at the restaurant, or if Braylen being here was the reason.
I began to get the feeling that Bobbie was becoming exactly like Cynthia, and if my suspicions were true, this would become a problem.
He undid his tie as he began to speak, “I’ve worked my ass off for years to get where I am today,” he started.
“A little Black boy who came from the ghettos of the Cove and made his way to becoming a judge. The very same ghetto I came from is the very same place I sentenced young Black men who have been trying to find a way just as I did,” he paused.
I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated breath. “What the hell are you talking about?” I spat.
“I’m talking about how karma has a way of finding you, no matter how much you try to run from it, Fiona.
When Braylen was born, that was God’s way of giving me something to stop me from doing what he saw happening in my future.
Instead, I chose you. I chose to put you first, and now my son doesn’t give a shit about me. ”
I had never seen Bobbie so affected by what his son thought of him. It started to make me wonder how long he has been feeling this way. “Bobbie, he will at some point get over it, and whatever relationship you want with him, you will get.”
He scoffed. “You have no heart at all under there, do you? I’ve been waiting years for you to care, but it’s clear now you never will. Did you ever love me?” he paused. “Or him?”
I swallowed deeply. “Why would you ask me that?”
He rose from the bed and slowly approached me.
Bobbie reached out, gently stroking my bare shoulder.
I paused, absorbing his touch, which he hadn’t given me in a while.
He then circled me and gently kissed my shoulder, an act that sparked a sensation in me I hadn’t experienced since our wedding night, the night I decided to set aside all reservations and open my heart.
I clenched my stomach as I closed my eyes to embrace the moment.
“Fiona, I can’t tell you why it has taken me so long to realize that you have never loved me.
Maybe that shit died the day I told you about my son.
Every day since then, I’ve tried to rectify the situation by giving you everything your heart desires, even when I made you the mother of my son.
However, those years are long gone, and you, my dear, are going to get your last and final wish.
I want a,” he paused as he came back around and stood in front of me.
A gentle smile eased on his face. “Let me correct myself. I don’t want, but I am divorcing you. ”
I had gone to say something when there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Laureaux, you all have guests.”
Bobbie glanced at me, then at the maid. “We’ll be down.”
She stepped away from the door, and Bobbie tried to step away from me, but I pulled his arm back. “Bobbie, wha-what do you mean?”
He pulled his arm away. “I meant what I said. Fiona, you are free,” he finished and walked out of the room.
Bobbie wanting a divorce was not in my deck of cards.
He couldn’t leave me. It should be me leaving him.
Now I was curious about what was said between Braylen and him.
If Bobbie thought getting rid of me would be that easy, he had me mistaken; his docile ass had to pay, and I wanted every fucking thing.