(COMPLETED)Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with...
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"QUINCY! FUCK YOU ! You fuckin' cheated and you won't even give me the respect of letting me know who it is? You're a fucking coward." SLAP
We all gasped in shock, I couldn't believe she put her hands on him.
With his jaw clenched he demanded, "Leave, now."
From where I was standing, I could see his fist ball up.
"Y'all, I have to do something." I said to the girls.
"Ryan, no this could fuck up your divorce." Jude reminded me.
I understood what Jude was saying, but I couldn't just let him continue to be treated like this.
"I'M NOT GOING ANY FUCKING WHERE!" Karruche screamed pushing Quincy. He grabbed the two garbage bags full of her stuff and gently placed them in her car.
"Get the FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!"
"Really Quincy!?!? You tryna call the cops?" She tried to take another lunge at him, but he grabbed her arm squeezing it.
I intervened. "Quincy! Let her go." He turned her loose. "Karruche you gotta go."
"I'm SICK OF THIS BITCH! I've been patient with her ass and she keeps hitting me? Nah! Bitch you lucky I don't hit women because I would've been fucked you up!"
"Karruche please leave!" I asked while Justin was trying to hold Quincy back.
"Ryan, this is none of your business and why the fuck do you feel the need to defend my man?!"
I shot her a look, "Bitch, Quincy is my friend and I can defend whoever I want."
She looked between the two of us. "Wait are you the one he's been fucking?"
"I'm not doing this with you." I turned around to avoid a potential confrontation and next thing I knew Karruche pulled my hair from behind, causing me to lose my balance and fall.
My adrenaline was high, I've never been in a fight before, but I knew I had to do something. I quickly got off the ground and tackled her back down, getting on top of her, and punching her.
"Bitch don't you EVER hit me! You fucking loser!"
I continued to choke her, seething. "You fucking bitch! You've been gunning for me since STAR, and I'm done with your shit!"
Strong arms suddenly lifted me away, making me release her.
"Ryan! Chill babygirl!"
"NO! QUINCY PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" I yelled, squirming to break free from his hold.
Justin held Karruche. Tears streaming down her swollen eye that I'd given her.
She yanked from Justin's grip, "Let me go, I'm fine! Speaking of babies, congrats Quincy, I'm pregnant."
"What the fuck??" Jude murmured.
Quincy finally put me down.
I took a step back, trying to catch my breath and make sense of the chaos around us. Emotions ran wild, and the shock of Karruche's announcement hung heavy in the air.
Quincy stood there, stunned and speechless. The tension suffocated the entire scene.
"Yo, what?" Quincy finally managed to say, breaking the deafening silence.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant," she spat out, but there was this twisted happiness behind her eyes, almost reveling in the disruption she was causing in Quincy's life.
I locked eyes with Jude, both of us clocking her weird mix of attitude. It was a whole mess of anger and twisted pleasure, making the tension in the air even thicker than before.
Quincy's expression shifted from disbelief to something I couldn't quite read. He glanced around, his eyes finally meeting mine. "We need to talk," he muttered, looking lost and overwhelmed.
Jude stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Guys, let's just take a moment. This is a lot."
Everything seemed to halt for a moment as we collectively tried to process the unexpected bombshell that just exploded in our midst.
"Karruche, leave or I'm calling the cops," Quincy warned with surprising calmness.
"I'll dip, but let's get it straight. I'm carrying your kid, whether you're on board or not. All of this," she gestured around, "is mine. And as for that BITCH over there," she pointed at me, "your man's gonna hear about this."
I surged forward, ready to lash out, but my girls held me back. "Bitch!" I seethed, attempting to break free from their grip, "You don't know a damn thing!"
"Maybe I don't have proof, but believe me, I'll find it, and when I do, you both are done." Karruche said. She finally got in her car and drove away.
I turned to Quincy and pointed in his face, "I may not live here, but the first thing you're doing is changing the fucking code to that damn gate and changing the locks."
Feeling queasy, I walked away from the scene. It wasn't anger directed at Quincy, but the whole situation had me fucked up. I mean, I had just been involved in a physical altercation with a pregnant woman.
I knew I had to get clarification on whatever this was with Quincy because this ain't what I signed up for.
