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his girlfriend, Simone.” Erica was so happy that she didn’t even notice the tension in Tre’s face.
    On cue, I smiled and reached out to shake his hand. “Hello, Tre. Nice to meet you.”
    “You too,” he barely said. He instantly switched his focus to Omari. His tone totally changed when speaking to him. “What’s up, Omari? I heard so much about you, man!”
    Again, no one noticed the tension. Omari was shaking it up with Tre and Erica was busy getting Dah lia out of her chair. But me? Despite a cool exterior, I was boiling on the inside. So this was the wife? This was the bitch that was better than me? This was the bitch that had him treating me like yesterday’s trash?
    Unlike my other significant other s, Tre wasn’t into social media. He didn’t have a Facebook page, Instagram, or Twitter. Therefore, I wasn’t as able to find out about his wife or how she looked like I did Aeysha. He was always very discreet about his wife, never giving me any details about her. Like Omari, I had done a background check on Tre to find out where he lived. I knew that his wife’s name was Erica, but the fact that his wife and Omari’s sister were one in the same was blowing me away.
    After meets and greets, we settled on an antique couch in a large living room. Again, I zoned out. I stared into the sixty inch flat screen that silently played a rerun of Scandal. Like Olivia Pope, once again I was being the good little mistress that kept my relationship with my lover well hidden. I sat there and listened to Tre overtly boast about how beautiful his wife was, how much he loved her, and how perfect their life was. I knew that each word was said with the intention of stabbing me in my broken heart. I should have been able to sit there and do the same. I had finally won. I finally had my own man. But in that living room, I felt like a fifth wheel. The four of them – Tre, Erica, Omari, and Dahlia – they were family and connected by something that only Aeysha would have ever been able to fit in.
    “So, Simone,” Erica said getting my attention as she sat besi de me. Omari and Tre had started an intense conversation about the NBA playoffs, so I guess Erica was ready to pay me some attention. “This is my first baby, so I want to know from somebody with experience. I know you didn’t give birth to Dahlia, but how is it raising a baby?”
    I bit my tongue. I swallowed the disgust. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I smiled perfectly and said, “Oh I love it. It’s like she’s mine. The circumstances were unfortunate, but she is a good baby. I don’t have any children, so it’s like a blessing in disguise.”
    Erica was saying some sappy shit about being pregnant for the first time and how when it was my turn I would love it, but I barely heard her. Tre ’s voice overrode hers. I could hear him excusing himself to the kitchen.
    I waited a few minutes before asking Erica, “Where is your restroom?”
    “Oh, I’ll show you! Come on.”
    “No,” I insisted. “I can find my way. Talk to your brother. It’s been a long time. Get as much in before Tre comes back and basketball takes over.”
    She gave me quick directions to the restroom. I disappeared down a long hallway and followed the sounds of Tre, who was in the kitchen stirring a pot of what smelled like spaghetti.
    “So that ’s her?”
    It ’s like Tre knew I was coming. The sound of my voice didn’t scare, move, or faze him.
    He continued stirring the pot while saying, “Get the fuck out, bitch.”
    “It ’s like that?”
    “It ’s been like that. Now get the fuck out, before I put yo’ ass out.”
    He didn ’t scare me, not in his house anyway. I knew that he wouldn’t get loud or put his hands on me with his wife a few feet away.
    With a smirk, I said, “She ’s pretty.”
    “She ’s beautiful . Way more beautiful than you.” That’s when his eyes met mine. He looked at me with eyes that dismissed everything I thought I stood for. When I