Two Can Play {Complete}

Step Two.

*Warning: Explicit content*
Bey's Present POV

I looked across at my husband, who now had apprehension in his eyes. I took a big gulp.

"Jay, there's something that I want to tell you that I've kept to myself for five years now..." I began to speak.

"Go ahead, Bey! I'm all ears," Jay spoke softly and comfortingly. He reached over to my lap to hold both of my hands. He squeezed them tight.

I looked down at his hands intertwined in mine, with so many thoughts racing through my head. As I felt my anxiety rise, I tried to think of a way to escape. I wanted to get up and walk out of that door.

I began to visualize the day I sat in Jay's seat, but he wasn't in mine. There was no one there the day I found out I was cheated on. I was all alone when I was shown the pictures of Jay making love to another woman. That was his filthy unveil. Now, here is mine. Jay gets the courtesy of hearing it from me and in person. It's a privilege that pains me.

As I ponder my thoughts, a light bulb goes off in my brain. To have courage of my convictions is not a foolish thing, but it is a fight for my integrity. I sympathize to a certain degree why this is so difficult for many, including my husband. At least I can be different in that aspect.

"Baby! Please just say it," Jay implored as I subjected him to an awkward silence. I looked back up at him, fixing my slumped posture, and continued with my confession.

"You know our marriage isn't perfect. You haven't been perfect, and I haven't either. You cheated on me, and—" I hesitated, "I cheated on you!" I revealed for the first time.

Jay's face scrunched up in disbelief. He thought he was the only one un-pure, and a shock hit him right in the face. His grip on my hands wasn't as tight as it was initially. I could tell he wanted to explode but kept his composer —for now.

"Who was it with?" Jay questioned me.

"LeBron!" I answered.

Bey's Past POV
June 27, 2013

I just put Blue back into her crib. She was asleep when I got home, but she woke up hungry. Luckily, Jay had some milk in the refrigerator. I filled her bottle, and a slight rocking of Blue in my arms did the trick.

Speaking of Jay, it's 11 pm. He still hasn't come home. Even after hanging up on me and blowing his phone up, I would've hoped he'd hurry back to see his child.

At this point, I didn't care what he was out doing. I was too sleepy, and I was fed up with this ungrateful ass nigga. I left out of Blue's bedroom and went into mine. I undressed into an oversized shirt, climbed into bed, and responded to the group chat with my sisters Solange, Kelly, and Michelle.

Kelly: He still isn't home, Bey? 😳

Bey: Nope!🤷🏽‍♀️

Solange: Do I need to come up there to whoop his ass? You know I will😤

Kelly: You and me both, sis, because this nigga play too much.

Michelle: Stop it, ya'll! That's HER husband and the father of her child.😕

Bey: I'll handle it...

Solange: You always say that, Bey! 🙄 You put up with so much of his damn bullshit. You deserve better!

Kelly: Seriously! You need to let him know that he's replaceable. 👊🏽

Bey: I know. I promise ya'll!🤞🏽I'm not letting him treat me like I'm less than anymore.