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265 pages, Hardcover
Published March 7, 2023
My dad was a famous college quarterback for LSU, and eventually, he was head coach for the Voodoo until his death. He left his mark on college and professional football.
“No, woman. I want to kiss you because you’re tough, intelligent, beautiful, and you’re not begging me to marry you. Hell, you won’t even go out on a date with me.�
It feels as though I’ve been floating around waiting for my purpose since our divorce.
It was Leslie who pulled me out of my depression when I moved to New Orleans from California after Bryant and I split.
“Look at me.� I lean back a hair to look him in the eye. “I will always want you to be happy, Zhanna, even if it means you’re truly happy with someone else.�
“The Garth Brooks song. My mom sent it to me.� I wave it off. “The song is called The Dance.�
How does my husband, my best friend, and my lover commit the ultimate sin when he’s supposed to love me?
“We haven’t had sex in two months,� he says ensuring I pick up the fact that he hasn’t slept with anyone else. “I haven’t slept with anyone else in eight years.�
“Your jealousy is juvenile and unbecoming. I appreciate you leaving before you acted like this in front of the others and embarrassed me even more.�
And I know what you saw with Priscilla wasn’t the best image, but she’s just trying to get me to sign with her.� “Sign with her?� “She’s an agent.� “You like Charles.� “Priscilla thinks I could be raking in millions in sponsorships.�
“I don’t know. You know the saying, ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater�.�
“I don’t have an elaborate excuse for cheating. It’s simple, I made a very big, drunken mistake.�
“No, I think he has a problem with fame.�
I took advantage of her always being there. I took advantage of her being a good wife.
Since the season has ended, he’s been going out to events more and arriving home late smelling of liquor. His star has really risen in the last year in the league due to the numbers he put up this past season.“Six in the morning. And it appears you didn’t come home last night.� “I didn’t?�I need a minute to process Bryant not coming home last night. I’m not really ready to see him yet. I don’t even know what happened, and I’m already disappointed in him because he didn’t bother to call or text about him not coming home.“You have to stop drinking,� I tell him. “Do you realize how long it’s been since you’ve touched me?� “I know it’s been a few weeks…� “Try over three months.�You’re a married man. I’ve tried to be understanding, but really, what wife is okay with their husband being God only knows where without her?“Fuck, yeah,� I hear someone whisper as I quietly walk down the stairs. “That’s it.� When I reach the large foyer at the bottom of the steps, I walk across the white marble floor, and flip on the light. I look to my right into the living room and find Bryant sprawled out on the couch. I blink once, twice, three times, and open my mouth to scream, but I can’t manufacture any sound.I stand there frozen to the spot as Priscilla sits between my husband’s legs and bobs her head up and down on his dick.“Fuck,� he moans. “Suck my cock, baby. Good girl.�Bryant and Priscilla disengage and cover their heads as glass skitters across the marble floor of the living room and into the foyer past where I stand.My husband looks up at me with shock in his eyes that morphs into absolute horror as I reach down and grab Priscilla by the back of the hair and escort her to the front door.“Is not what it wooks wike,� he slurs and almost falls over when he holds a finger in the air.“I watched you come in her mouth,� I tell him. “So save your bullshit for somebody else. And put your dick back in your pants. You make me fucking sick.� I turn for the stairs and walk back across the glass.“Fucking shit, Zhanna, huh? Fucking shit, Zhanna? Fuck you! You’re a piece of shit!�“Zhanna Hudson, you’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.�“I don’t remember shit except you throwing the vase through the window.� “And why is that, Bryant? Why do you not remember anything? Because you were drunk? A-fucking-gain?�And then his words, Fuck, suck my cock, baby. Good girl. I’m coming. Drink it up, girl. Fuck.“I hate you—the air you breathe, the ground you walk on, and your very fucking name—I hate you.�Who did he cheat with?� “His agent. In our house. While I was sleeping.� “You caught ’em?� “Yeah.� I sniffle.