A Legacy Written Forever – Robert Bell novel Chapter 13

Mic: Davis said you were with a stunning woman.

I smiled. Mic was just as eager as I was to bring a woman into our family.

I was, but now I’m not. She’s something special though. I hope to introduce you and the guys

soon.

Mic: Looking forward to it. Drive safe.

I sent a thumbs up and backed out of her driveway. I really hoped she reached out. If she doesn’t

within the next couple of days, I’d just have to become a pest.

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I had extra inspiration tonight, which means, I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote an extra chapter LOL

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Making A Plan

Isha

The silence in the house is nothing new, but it feels different now. I felt like an intruder in my own home. This is the home she wanted. I just knew it, which means he must have brought her here when I was out. I picked up my phone and scrolled through our messages. Most of them were him telling me he was going to be late, or crashing at the office. All inquiries were from me. Asking if he wanted to eat lunch together, or was there something he wanted for dinner? There were a lot of, hi, babes, I miss you, how are you doing today? All from me. His responses were one-word answers. Busy. No. Fine. All the red flags were there, and I just ignored them, because I wanted to. I found a text about three weeks ago where I said I was driving to Denver for my salon appointment. I liked everything waxed, and since my hair takes forever to grow back thanks to my half-Filipino ethnicity, I only had to go every three months. I needed my eyebrows done and, of course, my p*ssy needed to be nice and smooth. I also needed my hair trimmed. That must have been when he brought her over. I wish we had security cameras. That’s something that I will have

at my next place.

God, I felt so stupid. I looked at the clock, it was ten p.m. which meant it was nine in Vegas. I knew my mom would still be up so I called her.

“Hey my baby. How are you doing tonight?”

Her sweet, loving voice had me cracking again. A sob tore out of me.

“Mom,” I cried out.

“Isha, what is it baby, tell me? Are you okay? Is it Jason?”

Her saying Jason made me choke and sob harder. I heard my Nana in the background.

“What’s wrong?” I heard her call out.

“She’s crying, I’m waiting her out,” my mom said. She let me break down for five more minutes until

I was just sniffling.

“Isha? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Isha, sweet girl, tell Nana what’s happened,” my Nana said. My mom obviously put me on

speaker.

“Jason has been having an affair for six months or close to it. Tonight he won the Realtor of the Year award, and then he gave me divorce papers. His mistress was there and in front of everyone after he won the award, she jumped into his arms and hugged and kissed him. Then he takes me into the hallway and tells me our marriage isn’t working, that I’m just a housewife and that I can’t help him with his career. But the twenty-two-year-old billionaire’s daughter can. He’s banking on

Clau

her father’s connections and the friends that she has to boost his career and make him rich.”

“That mother f*cker,” Nana snarls out.

I gasped, I’ve never heard my Nana curse.

“Mama,” my mother scolds, “But this time I have to agree, what a b*stard.” I choked out a laugh.

My mom wasn’t one to curse either. She said it wasn’t lady-like. She hates that I swear.