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nice. And she’s a lawyer…which you failed to mention,” I blurted out in his direction.
    “You never asked,” was Joey’s million dollar response.
    His nonchalant attitude was starting to piss me off.
    “So we both know that you’re not still with her to keep her away from your money; so what’s the real reason?” I asked him, with an attitude.
    “I told you already,” Joey said, making himself comfortable on the king sized bed.
    “No, you told me a lie…now I want you to tell me the truth.”
    “Look Niveah, what’s with all the questions? The point is I love you and I can’t see my life without you. So, tell me, what do you want me to do? Divorce her? Forget the money, I’ll do it right now. Just tell me what I got to do to keep you here. I can’t lose you,” Joey preached to me.
    I took a seat to take it all in.
    Well, he’d never offered to go ahead and divorce her before.
    But she seemed to be so nice. And Santana, what about Santana?
    Maybe Joey was right…maybe I should have never married him. Maybe I should have never brought him into this mess.
    Strangely, I started to think about the day that Santana proposed to me.
    I never saw it coming, mostly because we’d only been seeing each other for about a year. I’d imagined that it would have taken longer, but it hadn’t.
    He’d come by my place at the time, after work, just like he always had.
    Though I was staying in a cozy two bedroom at the time, I had the whole house laid out as though I was in a twenty-two bedroom mansion. Santana always complimented me on how beautiful it was and actually preferred to be at my place more than he was at his own.
    He walked in the door, and headed to get out of his suit as he always did.
    I headed to the kitchen to whip him up something to eat, but he offered to cook for me instead.
    Santana was a decent cook. I guess he didn’t have a choice in the matter, growing up as an only child with a single mom, who worked herself to death…literally. She’d died only a month after Santana graduated from college. They said she just dropped dead one day at work.
    Santana thought the world of her too. He was so grateful for all she’d done for him and he’d even said that I reminded him of her.
    Anyway, that night, after Santana cooked for me, he asked me to run to the store to pick up some ice cream to go along with the apple pie that he had baking in the oven. I headed out to the car and as soon as I opened the door to take a seat, there it was---a small black box, with a big red bow.
    My heart dropped as I picked up the box. I turned around to head back into the house, but was stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Santana already behind me on one knee.
    “I know we haven’t been together that long, but I was hoping that we could be together forever. So, Niveah Leanna Williams…will you marry?”
    And of course I said yes.
    To be honest, I really thought that I was making the right decision. Despite my past and despite the fact that I was in love with and still screwing Joey, I could tell that what Santana felt for me was real.
    “Niveah, I’ll divorce her; I want you, I just want you,” Joey’s voice interrupted my thoughts of Santana.
    Before I could answer, my phone began to ring and before I’d even picked it up, Joey’s started to ring as well.
    We both looked at each other and as I answered mine, Joey stepped out of the room and answered his.
    “Hey baby, are you there yet?” Santana asked.
    “No, not yet, I left out a little later than I’d hoped. Now, I stopped to get a bite to eat. I’m not too far away though. What are you up to?” I asked Santana.
    It seemed as though everything that came out of my mouth lately was a lie.
    “Okay, well will you let me know when you get there? I should have come with you,” Santana’s voice sounded regretful.
    “Yes baby, I’ll call you as soon as I’m there. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you know it. Love you.”
    “Love you too.”
    And