*Jasmine's Point Of View*

Since the party, Derrek and I have kept in close contact with each other. We haven't made any publications of our relationship status, but rumors are circulating around school that we are dating.

I honestly don't even care what people say anymore. Derrek is the only person whose opinions matter to me, he's such a sweetheart. Even dad likes him (after having three phone conversations with him), that's definitely a plus. That's why I am very elated for this tonight. Derrek is coming over for an official "meet the family dinner".

This was all arranged by yours truly. Dad insisted on onviting Derrek and his parents and little brother over for dinner. Though I am scared because he might be intimidated by the amount of reporters that could be on the look out for juicy news tonight, but he assured me he will be just fine. God I can't wait.

"Princess, are you ready to go? Bill is outside waiting" Dad calls from the other side of my bedroom door.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror, picking at my bouncy curls and fussing with the buttons of my cardigan.

Lifting up my shirt, I examine myself.

Sometimes I feel huge. I don't know why, but after overhearing a conversation between a couple of cheerleaders, I haven't looked at myself the same in the mirror.

They were talking about their dieting and how they remain so skinny, but eat whatever they want. I usually eat whatever without thinking much of it, but when I heard them talking I instantly felt bad and even guilty.

I felt so guilty I even confided in one of the cheerleaders named Amber. She giggled then whispered in my ear her own technique on staying fit. Basically she eats all day, but before bed she forces herself to regurgitate in order to her rid of the fats she just consumed.

I thought it was a disturbing, insane tactic to loose or maintain a steady weight, until I tried it two days ago. Besides the sting it leaves in your throat, I definitely feel lighter afterwards.

I haven't told anyone of my new found dieting craze, especially not my parents or Derrek. They will only try to convince me other wise. This is my body, I'm in charge of it.

"Princess, let's go Jas..." Dad sighs again front the other side of the door.

I release my shirt and inhale deeply before walking towards the door.

"Okay... I'm ready" I smile, walking past my very impatient father.

He shakes his head and points downstairs.

"I'm not even going to ask, just go before you're late. I love you"

I giggle and give him a small wave before jogging down the stairs.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

So today's the day. Today's the day I decided to confront her. I've waited a long time for this. I wanted to take some time to mentally prepare myself for the confrontation.

I don't want to yell, I don't want to fight, I just want to talk to her and finally gain some understanding and hopefully closure. She owes me that much.

Michael is out on a lunch date with Mister Quincy Jones today. Since we are having dinner with the Maddox's tonight, and mister Quincy Jones was already planned to come Monday (Today), Michael decided to schedule a lunch date for the afternoon then have dinner with the Maddox's tonight.

This worked most definitely in my favor, so today I'm paying Evelyn a little visit.

I am lucky that Michael knows a bit of her schedule (due to his extreme safety procedures for the twins), he wanted to make sure he knows how to contact Evelyn if something should happen to the twins or if something happened to Evelyn.

Because of my knowledge, I know that at twelve-thirty, which is now, she should be at Five Guys Burgers. Which also means, I'm right on time.

She may not know I'm here or that I've come to confront her, but I am praying that she doesn't make a scene, I just need to talk to her and lay down some rules.

Is that too much to ask for?

"I don't know how long it will take me, but just do what you need to do then you can bak to pick me up" I instruct Rafael, going to open the car door.

Rafael gives me an uncertain smile.

"Misses Jackson, You are nearly two months pregnant and about to confront your husbands baby's mother without protection. How will that sound to Mister Jackson, or Mister Bray? They will kill me" He stresses.

I lean back into my sit. He's right. Michael and Bill will want Rafael's head on a platter for letting him take me out without protection.

"Dammit..." I whisper under my breath.

I really didn't think this through.

"We can always reschedule Misses Jay..." He offers.

I shake my head, no.

"Just trail in behind me. They can't say I was unprotected if you are there lurking" I suggest.

Still uneasy with my choice, Rafael shrugs.

"I mean... I don't know. This is a bit extreme. Can't we jus-"

Before he could finish, I slip out of the car and prepare to make a wrong, a right.

I already waisted five minutes, I have twenty minutes to talk to her. Whether Rafael will be there or not, I'm going to set things straight with this woman.

Entering the resraurant, I can hear Rafael quick steps, trailing behind me. I'm honestly glad he followed.

Quickly scanning the restaurant, I spot her. Sitting in a booth by herself, talking on her cellphone mindlessly; bitch.

Seeing her just made my blood boil, reminding me of what Michael told me. I am definitely about to make sure this chick knows, I'm not playing any games when it comes to my family and especially my husband.

Finally gaining my nerve, I swiftly walk over to her booth.

"Yeah and I thought... Hold on Melony..." She sighs into the cellphone, glancing up at me with a nasty look in her eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asks cattily.

It's taking all of me to not just grab those extensions and drag the blonde whore right now.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, I answer.

"No. But I'm going to help you" I return her cattily tone.

She rolls her eyes, but remains silent.

"Look, I'm going to be nice as possible with this. Michael... Is my husband, not yours. I-"

"Sweetie... That's nice and all, but um, you're forgetting he's the father of our twins. He fucked me... There I said it. Your dear husband fucked the shit out of me. While your insecure ass was home crying...." She states, nonchalantly.

I clench my fist, trying desperately not to act on my anger. This bitch is pushing the envelope way too far.

"You think you're a real prize huh? I'm telling you now, pull another stunt on my husband and you'll wish you would've stayed in the hell hole you came from" K threaten.

She laughs sarcastically.

"Look honey, I would love to go back and forth with you, but I'll summarize this for you dear. You can fuss, threaten, or blackmail me, but at the end of the day, your husbands penis penetrated me and gave me those twins. I'm not going any where. Therefor you can run your little pregnant ass home and cry about it later. Besides, I can have Michael on the tip of my finger tips and you'd never know it. He's quite the liar, isn't he?" She continues on, sipping at her tea.

I'm boiling over. I am beyond pissed. I am beyond tired of this whore. I can't believe she can sit in my face as a woman and say this type of crap. I just don't understand.

Not wanting to give into her ignorance or cause a scene, I quietly stand up.

She removes a few bills from her purse and places them on the table, standing up as well. She walks beside, pausing.

"You know marilyn, I feel bad for you little one. You can never really have Michael, we permanently share him, tell me when you give him a blow job, who do think he's really thinking about? Let me answer that for you, me. He's already admitted that. Poor little marilyn. Ha-ha, have a great one" She shakes her head, still laughing as she walks away.

That's it.

I quickly start to walk behind her, but before I can catch her by her hair, Rafael quickly grabs my waist, pulling me back into his chest.

Carefully, escorting me out before people could take notice, Rafael sighs disappointedly.

" I told you misses Jay. What if someone saw that? Then you'd be in the newspaper and in magazines being labeled as crazy or something" He scolds, climbing into the drivers seat.

I shake my head, her words steadily replaying in my head.

She has said things to spite me before, in reference to hers and Michael's intimate past life, but what she said hurt, it honestly did.

What wife wants to know that another woman can it has pleased her husband better than she can or could?

The cut is deeper than that though. She brought a sensitive subject and a sensitive time period.

My miscarriage was a difficult thing to deal with, I shut down. I didn't care about life anymore, I lost my child. And during that time when I needed Michael the most he was out with that whore.

I can't believe I tried reasoning with her, thinking she would understand now that we're older, I was wrong.

My emotions have coagulated together, I can't hold it in anymore.

Laying down across the bak seat, I let out all of the pain. The new pain. The old pain. The pain I thought was gone, I let it all out. I don't even care if Rafael sees, I don't even care if a camera spots my tears, I just don't care anymore.

*Michael's Point Of View*

Life has finally given me a break. I thought I lost a great opportunity when I never received a call back from L.A Reid. He told me he would call me in a few weeks, a few weeks surely passed, but no call.

I was disappointed, but then a blessing as delivered in the form of legendary producer, Quincy Jones.

I didn't believe or realization didn't hot me until I walked up to Plato, Italian restaurant and the man himself greeted me with a warm smile and a firm handshake.

During our lunch date, he talked about his past nod how similar out journeys are, the only difference is he was raised by both of his parents and isn't currently married.

In addition to our similar upbringing and journey to success, we also talked about the future of Jones. Q-Jones Production that is.

He wants to bring two and two together to make one big production company. I honestly don't know how I feel about making such a big move. Working with a business partner isn't really easy.

But, I told him I'll give it a try under the circumstance thy if we have a dispute, like a marriage during divorce, we will each walk away with what we came with.

With a light chuckle, he nodded and agreed.

So now, I'm just pulling into the gates of HayvenHurst. I decided to make use if the car marilyn bought for me as a birthday gift. Of course I didn't drive without protection, Bill is trailing right behind me in our SUV. Either way, I just can't wait to tell marilyn the great news.

"Babygirl! I'm home!" I call, holding the front door open for Bill.

He slips in shaking his head.

"There are other people in this neighborhood, just because you have a gate, it doesn't mean people can't still here you. Damn" He grumbles, closing the front door.

I laugh and continue howling for Marilyn.

"Babygirl! I'm back!"

I wait at the bottom of the stairs for her to come walking down to greet me, but she never does.

Sighing I turn to Bill.

"Did she say she was going anywhere today?"

He shrugs.

"Rafael said they just returned from grabbing some lunch, she was craving some weird shit" He shakes his head.

"But, I'll go talk to him" He suggests.

I nod and continue up the stairs.

I hope she is okay. I wish I didn't leave her here by herself.

When I finally reach our bedroom. I sigh in relief. She's in the bed, sound asleep. I smile to myself and slowly approach her.

"Babygirl..." I whisper, inching closer.

She shifts a bit in the bed before turning on her side, revealing her tear stained face. Her mascara is plastered on her face in long black streaks, cascading down her cheeks.

I sigh to myself and remove a bit of her cover and slide in beside her. Hopeful not to wake her, I carefully slide my hands around her torso.

I don't even know why, but I feel like I'm the cause of her tears. I just pray that when she wakes up, her reason for crying is something random like a kitten getting stuck in a tree or burning building, anything but me...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Wow... So much drama, in one chapter... Sounds like there should be an double update! Anyways, what do think Jasmine's secret? What about Marilyn's confrontation with Evelyn? What would you have done if you were Marilyn? What do you think is going to happen next? Let me know in the comment section!
-Marilyn Edmond

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