Picture Perfect

22.

~Garrison~

I didn't want to ruin your fun so I slipped out  of the Gala a bit early. After our fight earlier, I just realize how sad and lonely I've felt for a while now. I realize a great deal of it is because I miss my family. Please don't think I've left you or have permanently taken off. I'll be back in a few days, just going to pay them a visit as they've wanted to see me for a while now. Will call you when I land and get settled. Love you.

I just lock my phone back after reading the message as I truly don't care to respond. She dropped some huge bomb on me about a child that I am supposedly going to father and thought that shit was just going to rock.

How many of my other women does she know about? And how long has she been in contact with them? She's fucking with me.

I haven't seen either of them in months, and none of them have reached out or said anything to me. But that's typical, the only one that really stays up on me, is Seraya. Now that I think about it, she hasn't pressed me. She hasn't called or texted. My birthday just passed and she hasn't even sent a single emoji.

What the fuck has she been up to? I get a little reckless with her, or did. She's clean, I'm her only and I'm pretty sure I have been, could she have told my wife some news she should've told me?

She most likely did, to spite me. Last time I saw her, we got into it pretty bad when I told her we had to cool it for a while while I helped Samantha through her little episode.

Could it have been the same day I caught Samantha trying to leave me? Could Seraya telling her she's pregnant be the reason she wanted to give up on me when I was actually doing good, and still am?

I also step away from the gala early and head over to Seraya's place. Or what was her place.

There's a plaque on the door that has the number of bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as the specs of the unit.

"Call for Tour."

This place is for rent. Only a few weeks have gone by, no? How the heck is this place for rent when I'm the one that's been paying it since she moved in here. All that money I'm sending her, where is it going, and why did she not tell me?

I go down to the front office where there is always someone present regardless of the time.

"Excuse me, how are you this evening?" I choose to lead with a gentle approach.

The man looks up from his Netflix show, he pauses it.

"Yo..." he starts excited. "Gare Bear Reese." What's going on man?" He jumps up. "How are you? Great game the other night you had. How's the wife doing bro?" He asks with a compassionate expression.

Wow.

"Uh, thank you. I'm well and so is she. I'm actually here, we'll listen..." I pull out my wallet and then remove five hundred-dollar bills. "You don't speak of the fact that I asked you this..."

His eyes widen and he looks around a second. His eyes find something and then he raises a finger.

He goes into the back and it sounds like he's opening a safe. He comes back out with an envelope in hand.

"Were you going to ask me about the tenant that lived in 202?" He starts.

I just stare at him confused.

"You don't have to pay me off man, I already had to sign a contract, all of us did. Her parents left this for you in the event you came asking around. I think these may be the belongings she wanted you to have... I'm sorry for your loss bro. Losing a family member is tough."