Chapter 38: The Worst Part

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"What is wrong with you?" Marissa asked in a whiny tone. "You've been acting funny since you got here."

"I got a lot on my mind," I told her not expanding on what that was. I never talked to her about my marriage to Joy or our relationship or details of our pending divorce because I wanted to keep things light between us. I thought sleeping with her that night would get my mind off of things, but it didn't. The entire time I was inside of her, I thought about Joy and my conversation with Todd that went down as we drove to the gym.

"Things between you and this new girl, they're goin good right?" I remembered him asking me.

"Marissa? Yeah, she's straight, a little clingy but she's cool, just something to do, you know. Why?"

"It's nothing, I'm just asking." He said, but I could tell that something was off.

"You're asking me about her for a reason, so what's up? You know something about her that I need to know?" I asked.

"Not about her," Todd said being evasive.

"Who do you know something about?" I asked hoping it wasn't anything about Joy.

"Joy," he said and didn't add anything else to his statement.

"My Joy?" I asked trying to keep the panic out of my voice. Todd knew everything about what went down between us so there was no secret between us about what went down. He shook his head as if he didn't want to say. "What is it?"

"You know Alex, who I work with down at the station?" He asked.

"Yeah, I remember him, we played ball with him before. The light-skinned guy, right?"

"Yeah, that's him. He saw her out one night," he said it as if it pained him to tell me.

"Saw her doing what?"

"He said after he and his boys left the club one night, that he saw her on like a double date at IHOP."

"How did he know for sure that it was her?" I asked hoping it was mistaken identity.

"He remembered her from one of the cookouts because he played the two of you in spades and his girl loved her haircut. He remembered the freckles and everything, he described her to a tea." 

"When was this?"

"A couple of weeks ago."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked trying to remain calm.

He shrugged. "I was trying not to believe it."

"A double date?" I asked in confusion. "Maybe two guys joined her and her girl to eat? Is he sure that it wasn't some guys just tryna holla at them?"

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