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awesome addition for the kingdom in that capacity. Unlike….” He trailed off.
    My emotions were all over the place, and I couldn’t understand why Bryce was back and I didn’t know where my husband was.
    “Daddy, I have to go. Tell mom I’ll call her back later on and check on her. Love you,” I said hanging up the phone not waiting on a response from him.
    Something wasn’t right, and I began to wonder if the vision God gave to me the other night was about to come to pass. If so, I was going to need all of His strength to get through this. Before I picked up the phone to call the hotel my husband should have been at and to check in with Bryce so that he could explain why he was home but Drew was MIA, I reached in the top drawer of my desk and pulled out my bottle of Zoloft and popped two into my mouth. God in heaven knows if this didn’t go right my next breakdown might send me over the deep end. The last time I slipped into a deep depression I was stuck in the bed for almost three weeks, and if it hadn’t been for Bryce coming to the house that day to see Drew, my children would have been motherless. That man had really been there for a lot of the most difficult times in my life when my husband should have, but none the less, I was grateful for him.
    Hopefully now, he will have some answers for me that contradicted what my mind was already telling me.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Drew
    Sitting behind the pulpit, I looked out into the faces of my congregation as they celebrated me. This was my church, my ministry, my flock. I ran this show and had been for the last ten years, so today, on this Pastor's Anniversary, I was going to sit back and watch as the people worshiped me. How could they not? If it wasn't for me half of these people would be jobless and without lights and food. They owe d me, so to speak. I looked over to the woman sitting beside me with the light make up, bouncy curls and wide body and smiled. If I cared even a little bit about my wife I could say that God had truly blessed me with my Jewel. But I didn’t. I was here for only one reason, and that was to make a come up. Tomorrow morning would be the end of this charade I was putting on with both Jewel and Jasmine.
    My wife and the mother of our two beautiful daughters, Jewel was some man’s dream, just not mine. My reality didn’t include her for too much longer, but I would act like it. She wasn't enough. I needed more. I chuckled to myself at that thought. Jewel was more than enough, but I meant that literally.
    Of course, I heard the warnings daily from the Lord, and even from my best friend, Bryce, but I was too smooth with mine. Unlike most men, I was covered behind the cross. God may have warned me, but He would never expose me. I preached His word to His people like He instructed, and in return, He kept my secrets covered.
    I sat up in my seat and straightened my tie while the choir sang about His goodness. Yes, He was good, very good, but I was a little better. I was the epitome of a Man of God on the outside, but on the inside, that real life I lived was what kept me going. Something about this other life of mine kept the fire burning in me. Yearning for more. The excitement of knowing my wife, children and church would never know I pulled the wool over their eyes daily gave me a sense of power like no other.
    I guess I owed a little thanks to Jewel for getting me here though. Had she not been about to receive some big inheritance, there was no way I would be getting ready to head to take her for all she had. I couldn’t care less what she and the girls would be left with once I was gone because I was sure I would be good for the rest of my life.
    When the choir finally stopped singing and the people in the congregation got themselves together I stood to give my thanks as a feeling hit me like a ton of bricks. Another warning from God I suppose.
    "This is your last warning, son," I heard but shook it off.
    He'll never expose me for who I