Jessie & Reign  in the media

"Well, is she pretty or what? Does she adore you and love you like I do? So confused. She must be some sort of superwoman to take you away from the only one who came to your side." - Tink

JESSICA

I was locked up for damn near killing Polly with my hands for two days until they let Montana bail me out. The whole time I was in there all I could think about was my kids. I don't know how to explain this to them and I know they'll be so hurt.

"They'll be mad at me, Montana." I mumble as he drives. They stayed with Darius and Diamond this whole time because I didn't want them nowhere near Ant cause he refuses to take his medicine and I would've went to jail for murder if that nigga mistreated them cause he's mad and unstable.

"I talked to em. They okay. LaLa and Amari miss you a lot. Noble punched about twenty holes in Darius' wall, threw the glass that goes to Darius' table into the TV, and he screamed and cussed for about two hours straight. I swear I'm not over exaggerating. Jessie said he already could tell and Reign cried her eyes out. Majesty tried to put a hit on Ant, it was crazy." he says.

My eyes widen. "He tried to get his daddy killed?" I ask. He nods his head. "Yeah, he hit up yo daddy and told him he wanted Ant dead. I talked to yo dad and calmed him down cause him and ten of his niggas pulled up to your house ready to blow Ant head off but he wasn't there." he answers.

I put my face in my hands, crying. "Oh my God... take me to my house, I need to squash this. Did Darius bring the kids home yet?" I ask. "Naw, he took them somewhere to eat." he answers. I nod my head.

"Wait... pull over." I mumble. He raises his eyebrow then pulls over in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant. "Wassup?" he asks. I unbuckle my seat belt then climb over to his side. I sit down on his lap then kiss his lips. His eyes widen a little. He calms down some then starts kissing me back. His hand goes between my legs. I bite my lip as he kisses me all over my neck while massaging my clıt. "Fuck, I love the shit outta you, Jessica." he mumbles, then goes back to kissing my neck.

I bite my bottom lip. "Wait." I say. He stops. "My bad... I should've never kissed you back. I know you were vulnerable and I'm sorry for going along with it. I know you love Ant. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so hurt. I don't want to repeat the process from the past. I'm not about to get hurt from this shit again. Yall should try to work through it. You know you want to. We ain't finna do this love octagon again cause that shit was far from a love triangle back then." he says, laughing a little.

I sigh then climb back to my seat. I know I was wrong for coming on to him like that. I know that having sex with him won't change the hurt I'm feeling and it won't change the fact I really love my husband. I haven't been feeling love from Ant in so long and using Montana to fill that void would be fucked up on my part. I do need some good dıck but I ain't about to stoop this low. Just because Ant did it doesn't mean I should. I learned that two wrongs don't make a right.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just so in my feelings and I did the first thing that came to my mind. Montana, I'm really sorry." I say, getting all emotional again. He smiles then kisses my cheek and refocuses on the road. "It's all good, Jessica, I promise." he says.

I take a deep breath as he pulls into my driveway. "He isn't home." I say, noticing how one of his many cars isn't in the driveway. "You want me to wait with you to make sure you good?" he asks. "I'm gonna go in the house. I know I'm asking for a lot but could you go get the kids from Darius and take them to your house? I really don't want them to witness the arguing." I say. "No problem. They at Cheddar's. Call me if that nigga put his hands on you or start that name calling bullshit, Jessica. Imma handle it. Just let me know, aight?" he says. I nod my head, then open the door.

"I'll text you later, okay?" I ask. "Yeah. Imma stay in the area after I get the kids in case some shit go down. Here." he says, handing me a pink handgun he got me. I smile at it. "No offense but you know yo nigga can't function like a normal human being without his medicine, shoot that unstable ass nigga if he get stupid." he says.

I chuckle. "Okay, love you." I say, grabbing my purse off the floor. "Love you more, baby girl." he says. I close the door, then walk to the front door. I unlock it then walk in my house.

I sigh, looking at the holes Ant punched in the wall. There's pills and shit all over the place. I'm so glad the kids weren't here to witness Ant's temper tantrum. They would've been scarred for life.

I walk to the kitchen then grab the broom and dust pan.  I walk back into the entrance of the house. My eyes tear up as I stare at the large picture of me wrapped in Ant's arms, kissing him while laughing at something goofy he said at our wedding that's hanging up in the center of the wall. He had his hand on my butt and he looked so happy. That's the Ant I miss. I know I said I regretted him and bullshit but that wedding was one of the best days of my life.

I continue cleaning the mess he made then get rid of the trash. I walk up to my bedroom. I narrow my eyes at the condom wrapper on the floor next to my bed. My sheets are all over the place and there's black lipstick on my white sheets. That bullshit didn't come from me because I don't wear black lipstick. I know this mothafucka didn't have a bitch in my fucking bed.

I bite my lip, trying to control my anger right now. I don't even have the energy to act an ass. I just want answers and an explanation from him whenever he gets back. Hopefully, it won't make the situation worse.

ANT

I'm at Polly's house listening to her rant about how she feels like Jessica deserved to be hurt. "And that bitch ain't shit. She a bad influence on yall kids. You need to get that crazy hoe some help. She messed my fucking face up." she says, holding an ice pack on her eye. "Everything about her is dumb. She's dumb, her wife skills are dumb, and her kids are even dumber." she adds.

I raise my eyebrow. "That bitch is still my wife and bitch keep my mothafucking kids out of it!" I snap at her. She rolls her eyes. "Ant, you threw your wedding band at her face, you called her out her name and wished death upon her. You've been cheating for years and you just started fucking with me again. Do not try to get on me for disrespecting the hoe." she says, trying to undo my pants.

I push her back. "I didn't come here for all that. I'm here to cut your stupid ass off. I'm man enough to say fuck you, this shit over to your face and not a text. I'm through, I ain't finna keep on hurting my wife like this, fucking with hoes and shit. I'm too old for all that childish shit and I love her. I just let my selfish needs get in the way of things and I fell for temptation. This shit done, Polly. Accept it or you won't have no choice at all." I say.

"Fuck you, fuck that bitch, and fuck them ugly ass kids yall got together! Why she gotta come first? I was supposed to be your wife! Fuck that pussy ass hoe!" she screams. "Didn't I say leave my kids out of it?" I calmly ask. "Fuck them rude ass bastards of yours!" she snaps.

I pull my gun on her, making her eyes widen as she stares at it. She randomly starts laughing. "You threatened my life so many times. I ain't worried about it. Quit playing and let me suck that dıck." she says. I don't say anything as I screw the silencer in.

I watch her undo my belt. I shove the barrel in her mouth, making her eyes widen in fear. "Suck it." I demand. She starts crying as she bobs her head up and down with the barrel of my gun in her mouth. She's sucking it the same way she sucks dıck. "Wrap your hands around it, put your finger on the trigger." I instruct. She breaks down crying with I continue to hold it in her mouth then does what I said. She starts screaming with it in her mouth as I put my finger on top of hers, directly on the trigger. "I told you to accept it or you wouldn't  have a choice and now you don't have a choice. I should've done this a long time ago, snake ass bitch." I say, then press her finger down on the trigger. I watch as the bullet exits the back of her head. Her dead body falls backwards, still wide eyed and everything. I shake my head, looking at all the blood. She asked for it.

I pull my phone out then hit up some of the niggas I know to get rid of this problem for me. Without her living, I won't have to worry about her bullshit anymore. I really should've done that the moment she punched my son when he was little.

I check my phone. It starts ringing. I answer it then put it to my ear. "Out here." the chinese man named Chum who gets rid of the bodies and cleans the mess for us says. I walk out of the house then nod my head at him. "I'll pay you tonight." I say. He nods his head while putting his gloves on.

I get in my car then head home, thanking God that's over with. Chum is most likely gonna get rid of the evidence and maybe burn her place down as usual. He's good at what he does so I'm straight.
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I just pulled into my driveway. I get out then go unlock the front door. It smells tropical in here  and it's clean so I know Jessica came back. I lock the door then run up the spiral  stair case. I walk straight in our bedroom. She's vacuuming the floor and singing along to K. Michelle's song about how you can't raise a man or something.

"Wassup?" I ask. She turns the vacuum off. "You had a bitch in my bed?" she calmly asks. "I'm tired of lying to you, so yeah, I did." I truthfully answer. She shakes her head. "So disrespectful. You fucked a bitch in my fucking bed!" she screams, then throws a box of tissue off the night stand at my head.

She runs up on me, swinging like she  crazy. "Stop, Jessica!" I demand, pinning her to the bed and holding her arms down so she can't move and attack me. "Get off me!" she screams, trying to fight me off her. "You ain't as strong as you think, Jessica. Just calm down and quit trying to fight me off. I ain't going nowhere." I say, then kiss her on her neck.

"Don't kiss me when your lips been on another bitch! I don't even  want you on me, move!" she screams. I look at the  fresh hickey on the right side of her neck, choosing to ignore it for now but I definitely didn't put that there.

"My lips ain't been on a gotdamn thing but your body and your lips. I don't kiss them bitches and I put that on my life." I truthfully say. "Is that supposed to erase the fact you cheated? And Ant, shut up! Don't put shit else on your life cause you put it on your life you weren't messing around and now look!" she screams.

"Okay, and I'm sorry, Jessica! I love you, baby. I promise I do. It don't make it right but we both know shit hasn't been good between us. You said some foul disrespectful shit, so don't act  innocent." I say. "And? Do not try to play the victim! I caught you cheating on me, did you expect me to hug  and kiss you and sing a love song while massaging your back?" she sarcastically asks.

I sigh then shake my head no. "I snapped off on your ass and I'm not apologizing. Yeah, I was wrong for saying I regret you cause I don't fully mean that but I'm not apologizing for it. You don't deserve an apology. Kiss my ass, Ant, you said you hope I die and you threw your ring at me when you were the one in the wrong from the start!" she screams, then breaks down  crying.

I get  off her then stand. "I apologize. I was  mad and hurt. I went and picked my ring up right after I threw it. I didn't mean it, I don't want a divorce." I say. She bites her bottom lip. "I'm tired of being torn down by you. You've been disrespecting me and our kids for years and that's a big ass no no. I'm sick of it and I think I want a divorce. I can't take it no more." she says, crying hard in her hands.

My eyes tear up a little. I don't want a divorce. I didn't realize how bad I hurt her until now. She opens her purse then pulls out some papers. "I've been having the divorce papers for a while now, Ant. I just wanns be happy, sign them." she mumbles, shaking her head while crying hard.

I shake my head. "Naw, Jessica. We gone work through it. I'm not signing that." I say. "Why not? I love you but I'm tired! You've been doing me dirty for so long!" she screams. "Ask me anything you wanna know and I'll answer you. I don't want you to leave, Jessica. We can talk it out, I promise. Just try to talk it out." I beg.

She wipes her eyes. "How long have you been messing with Polly?" she asks. "A week but she only sucked me off that one time. I killed her though so that's done." I say. "I don't believe you." she says. "I have nothing to lie about. She dead and gone. I put that on my sister's grave and you know I ain't ever lied on her grave." I say. I lie about  a lot, but I'd never disrespect my dead little sister like that.

"Fine. Who did you have in my bed and was that the first time you brought a hoe to where our kids lay their heads, and especially in my bed?" she asks. I take a deep breath. "This woman named Malika and no, it was the second time I brought her here." I answer.

She closes her eyes tight, biting her lip. She opens her eyes, then wipes away some tears as they fall. "How long have you been messing with this woman and how did it happen?" she asks. "A year. I met her when I was at the mall buying some stuff for Amari and LaLa. She worked in the toy store and helped me find the toy LaLa wanted. She was flirting and shit, me and you were having problems, and I ended up fucking her in the mall restroom. It was wrong but ever since, we been fucking. I don't love her. I don't even like her. I just like the sex." I answer. Malika ain't my type, the sex is just good.

"How many women have you cheated with, Ant?" her voice cracks. I shake my head. "You don't need the answer to that for your own good." I warn her. She narrows her eyes at me. I take a deep breath. "Fine. About thirty, maybe. All hit and quits, I don't even know, honestly." I say. I've always been a man hoe, I'll admit that. When I start, I can't stop.

Her eyes widen. She shakes her head. "I'm done." she says, going to the closet. I follow her in our large closet and watch as she takes my shit off the hangers. "Chill out. I ain't going nowhere so you might as well quit." I demand, pulling her in my arms.

"Get off me. I guess this Malika bitch is special, huh? Is she pretty? Does she love you like I do or something? Tell me, Ant, what is it? Why am I not good enough? What do those other women have that I don't? What can she do for you that I can't or don't do? Why don't you love me, Ant? That's all I want but you don't even care!" she screams, breaking completely down, sitting in the leather chair crying her eyes out.

"No, she ain't special. She just a nut and I make that known to her. She ain't all that, but she cute, to answer your question. She love me but I don't want her. The other women don't have nothing on you, they just bring something different to the table. That don't justify what I did but all I wanted was attention. You hardly kiss me, fuck me, give me head, thank me for doing everything in my power to make sure you and my kids straight, spend time with me, and you barely even take two seconds to tell me you love me. You stay disrespecting me and telling me how I ain't shit and that hurts and builds up.  When I married you, I didn't wanna cheat. I didn't even have a desire to. The first time was three years ago and I felt guilty. The foul shit you would say and do pushed me to that point, Jessica. That shit pushed me out there  and I'm sorry. I don't even feel like I'm good enough for you. You stay comparing me to Montana and I hate that shit. And don't say I'm supposed to suck it up cause I'm a man because men got fucking feelings too." I say.

"So, you trying to tell me it's my fault you cheated?" she asks. "No, I'm responsible for my own actions. I'm the one that fucked up. I have full control over my body and nobody put a gun to my head and made me do shit so no, it's not your fault. It's all mine." I answer.

"Be honest about that Walmart bullshit you pulled cause I knew that deep down you were lying, I just didn't want to believe it. What really happened?" she asks. I take a deep breath. "When we fucked and you said my sex ain't good and how you fake moan, I ain't even gone lie, that hurt my feelings so bad. I just hid how I felt well but I already felt like I wasn't good enough and that made it worse. So, after I checked on the kids, I left and went to Malika's house. She sucked me and we fucked. I took a shower cause I didn't wanna come back smelling like her. So, when I was leaving, she started taking pictures of her body. I put em in my vault then sat the phone back down. I didn't even realize she made her půssy my wallpaper cause I was rushing, trying to get back home before I got caught up. I stopped at Walmart and bought all that so I could have an excuse for being gone that long. I never was really at Vonte's house and I really left my ring at Malika's house on accident. I went and got it the next day. Vonte called me and went off on me for cheating. Don't be mad at him for lying. He only did it cause he didn't wanna hurt you, on everything. Be mad at me, but don't take it out on him. I promise he didn't have shit to do with my cheating, he just caught on and went along with it to keep us together." I say.

She closes her eyes tight then takes a deep breath. "That's why Majesty said you weren't shit, huh?" she asks. I slowly nod my head yes. "When I got home, he was in the kitchen. He asked me straight up if I was with another bitch. I said no, but I guess he knew I was lying. He got mad and went to his room." I answer.

"Give me your phone." she demands. "Huh?" I ask. "Don't huh me. Give me your phone." she demands. "Since I'm being totally honest about everything, imma give it to you but you ain't gone like what you find. I wanna go through your phone too." I say. She narrows her eyes at me as I hand it to her. "Go get it out my purse." she simply says, putting my password in.

I go and grab her phone out her purse then walk back to the closet. I press the power button. She got a collage of us at the hospital together with each of the kids when they were newborns as her wallpaper. "Password?" I ask. "Reign." she answers. I unlock it then go straight to her pictures. "Who's dıck is this?" I snap on her, showing her the picture of a brown dıck that damn sure ain't mine. I'm way bigger than this shit. "Torren's. He sent it to his boyfriend from my phone. Go to the messages between them if you want. I just never deleted it." she answers, shrugging her shoulders.

I delete it, then continue to scroll through her stuff. It's just a bunch of pictures of me and her, the kids, her own pictures, my body, my dıck, naked pictures of herself she sent me that were so sexy, vacation pictures, and her fashion. She got screenshots of all the sweet texts I would send her when I was away from her cause I missed her. I stop at a bunch of pictures of her and Montana hugged up and shit. "The fuck is this?" I ask, showing her the picture of him kissing on her cheek, way too close to her mouth.

"Pictures. He's my friend. You have no room to question my shit anyway. The fuck is this?" she asks, showing me a video of me getting head from some woman who was twenty nine. I have an age limit on mine, I wasn't fucking with no little ass girls cause I'm too old for that. "I don't remember her name. Delete it." I say.

She rolls her eyes then starts deleting shit. "What's the password to your vault?" she asks. "Toilet tissue. No spaces." I answer.

She gives me the what the hell look then unlocks it. Her eyes tear up as she scrolls through  my vault. I got hella naked pictures of bitches, me fucking Malika from behind, Malika sucking me off, me nutting in her weave and some more shit.

"Whoopity damn doo, here's videos of me riding your dıck." she sarcastically says, deleting everything in my vault. "Just delete it all. I wanna work through this shit." I say as she deletes everything.

She deletes the vault app then starts looking for something. "What's her fucking name in your phone?" she snaps. "Henry Jones." I answer, hella embarrassed.

She chuckles a little. "So fucking dumb." she mumbles. My eyes widen as she calls with it on speaker. "I'm ready to fųck." Malika whines without saying hello. "I'm sure you are, bitch." Jessica calmly says.

Malika gets dead silent. "Ant, stop playing." Malika says, awkwardly laughing. "No, bitch, this is Ant's wife." Jessica says. "Oh, hey. Is our nigga coming over today?" Malika asks, laughing.

My mouth drops a little. Jessica hangs up the phone then quietly walks to the very back of our large closet where she keeps her boots on the wooden shelves. She grabs her black Timberland boots then puts them on. "Let's go." she demands. "Go where?" I ask. "Don't ask me another mothafucking question. Come your ass on, Antasia!" she snaps, glaring at me. My eyes widen as I follow behind her, confused as hell.

We in my truck. She's driving and going the fuck off on me. "That disrespectful ass bitch! I knew I heard that voice and seen her ugly ass face somewhere, that hoe walked up on me at IHOP! I hate yo stupid ass, Ant, you had me looking like a mothafucking dumb ass!" she screams, then reaches over and punches me dead in my mouth.

I touch my lip, checking for blood. "Ugh, I'm so mad! Where the hoe live? Don't make me get Montana to find and kill that hoe for me, you better start talking!" she screams. "Chill. Why you tryin' to kill the bitch?" I ask. "Nigga, the fuck you worried about it for? Drop her address, now!" she screams. I blow. "Damn, Jessica, just keep driving straight and imma tell you when you make a left on her street." I say.

I directed her straight to Malika's house. I could care less about Malika but I don't want Jessica to kill  her cause of mistakes I chose to make. It's my fault.

She parks my truck behind Malika's car then gets out. I get out then follow her to the front door. Jessica starts banging on the door then steps back. Malike opens it in her bra and panties. "Hey, daddy." Malika says, not even noticing Jessica.

Jessica pushes her way in the house. "Hey daddy my ass." Jessica snaps, then throws Malika off guard, making her eyes widen. "Yeah, he texted you telling you how much his wife pisses him off but I bet he didn't tell you he got a crazy ass wife who'll beat your ass til you die in this bitch!" Jessica snaps.

Malika stares at me, too afraid to even say anything. "Bitch, first of all, you walked up to me with some shit at IHOP throwing shade about how men wanna be kept and I know he comes over here wearing his wedding band, I know you see that big ass tattoo of my name and face on his chest, I know you see all those fucking portraits and names of our kids he got tatted on his body, so you can't even lie like you didn't know you were dealing with a married man who has a family!" Jessica snaps.

"What the fuck you mad at me for? Why you in my house talking crazy, bitch? If that's yo nigga, why he be all up in my pušsy fucking the shit out of me when he ain't with you? I knew he was a husband and daddy just like his ass did!" Malika snaps.

My eyes widen. I'm scared. Not for myself but for Malika. Jessica is crazy as hell and I know it's going down.

I go pull Jessica back. "Jessica, please, stop." I beg her. She snatches away. "You see this, bitch?" Jessica screams, showing her our familh picture she has on her phone. "This is us and all seven of our children we have together! This is a fucking family you and him ruined! You know how fucking hurt our kids are right now over this shit?" Jessica screams. "Okay, I didn't mean to hurt yall kids, damn." Malika says, looking  guilty.

"Well, bitch, you did! And you a disrespectful lil bitch on top of that! Right now, I'm at the point I wanna divorce his no good, dirty dıck ass but I don't know if I should because I don't wanna hurt our kids more than the both of yall already did! As of now, you can have his bitch ass! And here go you a gotdamn ring too, bitch!" Jessica screams, throwing her wedding ring at Malika.

"Look... I'm sorry. I didn't wanna put the kids in this shit." Malika says. "Naw, yes you did! See, I tried to keep this to myself, but my eight year old daughter told me that Reign was crying cause you called her while yall were having sex! Bitch, you did it on purpose!" Jessica yells, making my eyes widen.

"You did what?" I ask Malika. "I did it to be petty." Malika says. Jessica punches her in her jaw, knocking her off the couch. "Hoe, you don't bring nobody's kids in the shit!" Jessica screams.

Malika stands, barely able to focus, then snatches Jessica by her hair and starts punching. My eyes widen as they fight. Malika is trying to fight her back, but she can't really eat Jessica's licks cause Jessica punches like a full grown man. That shit almost be knocking my ass out so I know a female can't handle it.

"Chill!" I yell at Jessica as she screams and curses while stomping Malika into the floor. "Wait! Quit, I'm pregnant! I swear I'm pregnant! I'm sorry, please don't kill my baby!" Malika screams and cries. "I don't give a fuck about your baby, you obviously don't give a shit about my babies!" Jessica screams, slamming Malika's head on the floor.

I pick Jessica up. "It's Ant's baby. I'm pregnant." Malika cries, touching a bald spot from all the hair Jessica ripped out her head. That ain't my fucking baby, ain't no way in hell.

"Why the fuck you do her like that, Jessica?" I snap at her. She looks at me crazy. "Why you ignoring the fact she said she pregnant by you? And nigga, really? You cheated and you can't even defend your fucking wife? Are you serious right now?" she snaps. "Hell yeah, I'm serious, bruh, you took it too far." I say. "I beat her fucking ass for disrespecting me and my mothafucking kids! She brought our daughter in this shit and you don't even care! I didn't fight her over your no good ass, I fought her for my child!" Jessica screams at me. "Let's be real, is Reign even my fucking daughter, Jessica?" I snap  back.

I didn't really mean to throw it in her face like that but I want to know. "Yes! You know how we made her, don't play with me! You know what, fuck you, nigga! How you gone defend this hoe over me?" she yells. "That ain't what I'm doing, Jessica!" I yell back. "Yes you are! You know what, you can have him! I'm done!" Jessica yells at Malika, then storms out the house.

I go after her. "Jessica, quit. We ain't done. I swear I didn't choose her over you, I was trying to fix shit. Mane, quit." I yell at her as she gets in my truck. "No, I'm through. I want you out my damn house! You and all your shit! Find a damn way home too!" she snaps, then pulls off in my truck.

I sigh, then turn around. I walk back into Malika's house. "This a nice ass ring." she says, putting Jessica's ring on her finger. I go snatch her wrist then take the ring off. "Bitch, fuck you." I say, shoving the ring in my pocket.

She starts chasing me out the house as I call Vonte to come and get me. "Come back, Ant, please. I'm pregnant. We can be a family now, please." Malika begs. "It ain't my baby, I ain't ever hit you raw. Get the fuck out my face." I say, continuing to walk up the street. I can't believe I let things get to this point.

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