Two Can Play {Complete}

The Bottom Part I.

Bey's Present POV

"This is soooo crazy! LeBron AND Savannah?" Jay gave me a look of shock. I nodded my head.

"It was strictly sexual. I didn't really love her. I think the thrill of it being a threesome was what I loved," I explained.

"Was it just once?" He questions.

"What, the threesomes?" I ask.

"Clearly it was more than once since you pluralized it, but yes — the threesomeS," he accentuated the 's' at the end.

"Ummm— three or four, maybe more," I fiddled with my hands. Jay shook his head back and forth. He squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about something. "Talk to me," I say to him.

"I'm just having trouble separating it all. I mean, you're here with me right now, but that—" he paused, struggling to find the right words to say. Dr. Smith decided to intervene.

"Before you knew her diagnosis, you thought that you turned her into a monster that you were," Dr. Smith speaks — using Jay's own words from the first therapy session.

*Flashback*

"...I turned you into the monster that I was," he spoke passionately.

"Cause and effect!" I blurted out as I remembered what Dr. Smith told me once during one of our private therapy sessions. I looked up at her diffidently while Jay looked at us perplexed.

"That's right Beyoncé!" Dr. Smith said proudly, and then she shifted to face Jay. "Cause and effect relationship is described as something that enables an event to occur," she explained to him. "The cause of her infidelity was because of yours, but the effect was—" she paused and nodded at me to finish the sentence.

"The effect was my decision to cheat back and self-destruct. So, you didn't turn me into a monster. I am responsible for my decisions!" I rectified his statement.

"Do you understand Mr. Carter?" Dr. Smith questioned Jay.

"Yeah!" Jay immediately agrees.

*End of Flashback*

"But remember—" Dr. Smith was interrupted by Jay.

"The cause of her infidelity was because of mine, but the effect was her decision to cheat back and self-destruct!" Jay finished her sentence. "I know that, but now— how do I separate this Beyoncé from the Beyoncé of old? I can't do it," he looked down.

"Even though I've told you that I'm better?!" I butted in. Hearing Jay say that made me a little upset.

"I'm not saying you're that same woman, but right here, right now, my brain won't let me come to the conclusion that there was ever two of you," he tried to explain. I don't understand what he means.

"There wasn't two of her, Jay. You don't have to separate your wife. It's the biggest misconception when a person is dealing with a mental disorder," Dr. Smith began to break it down for him. "Let's say —you have Pneumonia, but you caught it because you decided to walk around New York with a tank top and shorts on in freezing cold temperatures. You knew that you shouldn't have left the house like that, but that was your decision to self-destruct. However, I'm not going to sit up here and call you Pneumonia just because you have it. No, your name is Jay. You are your own person. You can't be duplicated. Pneumonia is just the symptom to your conscious decision. You following me?" She questions Jay.