Beyoncé POV
Megan continued to hug me as I cried. This fucking hurts. It's one thing to have the love of your life cheat and it's another thing to have to go through that shit in public again. Maybe they were right - once a cheater always a cheater. I thought he changed and there he goes again, proving me wrong. If I wasn't enough why couldn't he just leave? Why did he have to put me through hell and back?
I could hear Solange telling me I did nothing wrong and Shawn was to blame. She's going to be so pissed once she finds out. I'm sure everyone in my family will be. Then the pity will follow, with bits of 'I told you so's' sprinkled in there.
Megan was different. Close enough to care about me yet far enough to, quite honestly, not make me feel like shit. I didn't need that, not right now.
"Paparazzi pictures will be released tomorrow -they contacted me beforehand. Called it 'courtesy'. Can you fucking believe that shit? Jay was at a hotel with some whore." I tried to compose myself. I heard Megan exhale loudly. "How can he be so goddamn stupid?! Of course people are gonna know who the fuck he is. I swear on my life I did everything for that man and this is the thanks I get? Bitch ass nigga"
I wiped my eyes and scowled. Megan stared at me intently, waiting for me to continue. "We have three beautiful children. We built a life together and the throws that all away for what? Some bimbo who probably can't spell. I shoulda seen this shit coming. He was acting different but I thought hey he must be going through some things. Even before that shit's been off. We've been fighting so much. My dumb ass thought we can work through it. Why the fuck would he do this to me, Megan? Why am I never enough?"
Tears started to fall from my eyes yet again. Megan grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "Beyoncé, there's nothing wrong with you. The entire worlds seen how much of a dedicated wife you are. You put your family above everything. I'm sorry Jay such a dipshit."
"Do you have ice cream?" I asked. Megan chuckled.
"Yeah but you don't like the flavor. I only have chunky monkey" she said. How'd she know that?
"I remember you saying you hated it during one of our phone calls. I still say you're tasteless as fuck though." Megan got up and went to her kitchen. Who knew Megan was thoughtful like that?
She opened her fridge and pulled out a pie. I sat myself on her counter while she was doing so. "You okay with this? It's pecan I think" I nodded my head while Megan got us plates and forks. She gave me a slice and I began to eat. Megan joined me shortly after and we were both quiet.
"I'm gonna divorce him. I can't stay with a man who continues to lie to me." I said barely above a whisper.
"You sure about that bey? I support you cuz at the end of the day only you're gonna know what's best for you. You need to prioritize yourself. Regardless of what you decide to do, I'm here for you. Marriage... marriage in this industry is fucked up. I know you can't see it right now but marriage with the right person can be a beautiful thing. Maybe you just haven't found that person yet" Megan said. I genuinely feel her sincerity.
I saw a bottle of Cognac beside Megan and I jumped off the counter to get it. "I wanna get drunk"
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Megan's POV
"I'm hot like Nevadaaaa, pussy get popped, piñata!" Beyoncé sang into my spatula, acting as if it were a mic. I sighed and leaned against the wall, getting a little dizzy. Lord knows how many shots of cognac we've already taken at this point. Beyoncé shook her ass and bent over. I bit my lip and tried not to think about smacking her ass. It's the cognac that's got me feeling like this. Yeah, let's blame it on the cognac.
Beyoncé fell to the floor and I ran to check on her. She was laughing her head off and I couldn't help but join in. I helped her sit up, trying to gauge if she wanted to stand or not. She sat on the floor so I sat beside her.
"Does it feel good?" Beyoncé asked me.
"What does?" I asked back.
"That thing y'all and Cardi did on the video." Her hands made a scissoring motion. Beyoncé Knowles is on my floor, asking me if scissoring felt good.
"Cardi and I didn't scissor but I mean I done it. It feels great. Nothing like a wet clit rubbing against yours" I said staring at her.
"Well damn. Guess I'll have to try it one day" She gave me a smirk and stood up, reaching for the bottle of cognac again. We're gonna regret this in the morning.
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Next Day
11:23 AM
Megan's POV
Beyoncé and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I groaned as sunlight hit my eyes. I looked around to find Beyoncé - I saw her on the opposite end of the couch talking to someone on the phone.
"Shawn — no. I can't do this anymore. I fucking can't. How many times do we have to go through this? If you've ever respected me, just please let me go. Of course I won't keep the kids from you, Shawn. You've been a horrible husband but you've been a great father. What you tell our children is your responsibility. You're the one that fucked up our marriage. Shut the fuck up and sign the damn papers" she sighed and threw her phone to the side. She buried her head in her hands but only for a minute. Her phone started to ring.
"Blue, baby I'm with Megan right now. Yes. Yes. Just hear your father out. Blue Ivy Carter, fix that attitude. You were raised better. I think it's best he tell you. Okay. Yes, I'll see y'all for dinner. I love you too baby. So so much." Beyoncé sighed as she hung up. She finally saw me staring at her. She sat up to come stay by me.
"It's out already. The pictures leaked and everyone's calling me pathetic" Beyoncé said, lip trembling. Before I could reply, I heard my doorbell ring.
"Right. My mom's here too" She said before her mother rung the doorbell again.
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