Real One

No.20 - part 1

Continuation of from No.19, explicit scenes further into this chapter, mature readers only. You may now read -Cashdoll

Isaiah and Michael were sat in the living room facing each other on separate couches.
"So dad, you mean Sheila hasn't been cooking or cleaning or doing anything a wife should?" He said in an astonished tone of voice.

Michael sighed and nodded his head. "I'm sick of this marriage." He admitted. "And son you shouldn't have ended your relationship with Nyesha, and then get into a relationship with her friend days later. If I can remember it took at least three months, before you and Nyesha made it official."

Isaiah kept quiet for at least five minutes, reflecting on his actions. Re-runs of Nyesha shouting and crying at him, the fact that he attended to Zeshan and had no sympathy for Nyesha. "Dad, this is some fucked up shit."

Michael stared at his son and then popped the question he's been dying to ask him since he heard about their break up. "Do you love Nyesha?"

Isaiah looked at his dad and smiled. "I love her, and I regret everything that happened between Zeshan and I, it was a mistake - I just don't understand how she had sex with Raheem."

Michael clasped his hands together and then stood up. "Isaiah, whatever Zeshan showed you. Probably isn't Nyesha in the so called video. It's probably some random girl that looks like Nyesha."

Michael and Isaiah heard the house door open and then slam shut. Sheila appeared in the living room and just glared at the two men before sucking her teeth and walking away.

"Sheila, wait there." Michael demanded in an aggressive tone.

Sheila rolled her eyes and sighed out of boredom. "What is it Michael?" Sheila whispered tiredly whilst she turned around slowly. She folded her arms and looked at Michael. "What!"

Isaiah shook his head and thought about what his mum said earlier, he lusted over another woman while he was with Nyesha. The only way that happened was because Zeshan would walk around in nothing but exotic clothing on purpose when Nyesha was never around or she was asleep. Isaiah understood that she was a stripper but he didn't understand why she would come back to his apartment, still in her little outfits underneath a coat.

But it made sense as he would always stay up late, going through his essays.

"What have I done?" Isaiah blurted out.

Sheila and Michael looked at Isaiah for a good three seconds before arguing again.

"I don't care, listen nigga you always complained about how that ex wife of yours was never good at satisfying you and so you picked me up and kicked her out - straight to her mother's." Sheila snickered.

Michael brought out a brown envelope. "What's this?" Sheila questioned Michael.
Sheila snatched out of his hand and ripped it open.

"I want a divorce." Michael said. "You have two days to pack your stuff and leave MY house."

Sheila was stunned and she raised her eyebrows. "Baby, wait...no please you-"

"I don't care, I need a proper wife. I need Janelle back in my life and I am willing to go through hell to get her back."

Sheila dropped down onto the floor and begged Michael for forgiveness, however this time Michael wasn't having it. He shoved Sheila off his body and then went upstairs to make a phone call to some business contractors.

Isaiah laughed and waved at Sheila. "Bye bye."

Sheila screamed like a woman in labour and then violently attacked Isaiah. She punched him square in the face and then bit his ear.