•𝘽𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 •

- 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙏𝙬𝙤

Brianna's pov : Chapter Forty-Two

"I told you they can't take a real nigga out," Kemar chuckled. I only discreetly glanced at him, "this isn't funny Kemar," I whispered.

"Bae it wasn't anything serious."

My eyes widened, "really? I couldn't tell Kemar, this was something light to you, coughing up blood? Chest pains, randomly feeling tired."

"Yeah but- random weight loss? Shortness of breath, wheezing. But that wasn't nothing serious right?" I cut my eyes away from him shaking my head.

"Cancer Kemar," I mumbled, "you have cancer." The words hung heavy in the air as I looked at him, the weight of the situation settling in.

Kemar's eyes avoided mine as he fidgeted with his hands, clearly uncomfortable. "I didn't want to worry you, Brianna," he finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And not only that but there's a bullet in your chest and leg," I laughed although nothing was funny. "I'm in the house with our kids while you're out living a life I thought you left behind. Continuing to live in a fantasy world where your actions don't have consequences is not an option anymore, Kemar."

I sighed heavily, the weight of his betrayal almost palpable. "But right now, we need to focus on getting you better. Treatment options, doctors, and all of that," I said, trying to stay positive in the face of such a scary situation.

"But if you weren't in his hospital bed I swear I would beat ya ass myself." I rolled my eyes, snatching my arm away from him when he smiled.

"That means you still love me. You know that right? Beating my ass means you care," he cheesed. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, despite the situation.

Then I remembered he lied to me and it quickly disappeared. He smacked his lips, "Be for real. You reminding yourself to be mad at me?"

I frowned at him, "I'm not trying to be mad, Kemar. I'm trying to be realistic." It was hard not to be angry, though. This was a lot to deal with, especially since he had kept it from me for so long.