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  From Mistress to Wife 3: Love Prevails

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  Angie Hayes

  Copyright 2015 Angie Hayes

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  Acknowledgements

  Wow! Thank you God for allowing me to complete this journey!

  On to the people who help me share this story with others:

  My husband Shavargo: What can I say baby that I don't already say to you every day. Thank you for always taking these crazy journeys in this thing we call life with me! Good or bad you are always right next to me. It's scary how we fit so perfect together! You are the epitome of a GREAT MAN! I am so proud of you just as you are of me! I love you baby, to the moon!

  My mother Joyce: I love you ma, forever and a day! Thank you for being the strong woman that you are who allowed me room to grow. You just don't know the impact you have on my life today, when it comes to me being a woman and wife. When I'm in doubt, I always think what would ma do? Then I get it…love you Ma!

  To my cousin Kenya: As I have said before, without you this series would not have been possible. I am forever grateful to you for that! I'm so glad you have found your happiness; you deserve it all and so much more! Love you girly!

  To my publisher Cachet: thank you so much for allowing me to share my creativity with the world! You are a beautiful soul and an excellent friend. You are what I consider a rare form of a human being, a gem. I love you friend!

  My Angels: My daddy, Rev. Robert Thomas, Uncles: Uncle Stewart, Uncle Junior and Uncle Bradshaw, I miss you all dearly, I hope I'm making you proud. Don't stop watching over us…I love you!

  To my fans: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! This has been a roller coaster ride for me. Just like my book, I have had a few bumps and bruise when I first started out, but eventually I got it right! FROM MISTRESS TO WIFE will forever hold a special place with me. I consider it to be my baby and just like a child, I nourished it and watched it grow. I won't say this is the end, but I will say this is the end to my past. Thank you all so much for coming into my world and allowing me to be me. My journeys don't stop, they just get better!! Blessings and love to all those who are reading this.

  Angie

  FROM MISTRESS TO WIFE 3 LOVE PREVAILS

  We always seem to use the hurt of our past as an excuse not to move on, but truth is we are just being cowards of our future…

  CHAPTER 1

  KEISHA

  Five months later…

  “Girl’s please wash up so you two can come and eat dinner,” I yelled for Jasmine and Destiny to come downstairs.

  Those two were now like two peas in a pod. Jasmine loves being a big sister, and took on the role very well. From protecting Destiny all the way down to fussing with her to get out of her room. These past five months has been a complete world wind for me. Thank God Destiny survived the horror her crazy ass mother put her through! When I got the call from Keith telling me that I needed to get home ASAP and meet him at the hospital, I didn’t hesitate to get there nor did I question what he needed me for. I just booked a flight, threw my clothes into my suit case and headed to the airport.

  Once I got home that night and met Keith at the hospital, I found out that Stacy’s crazy ass had been abusing Destiny. She even tried to suffocate the poor baby, which led to her being placed on a ventilator. Keith was so tore up over it and truthfully, so was I. To see Destiny’s little frail body hooked up to those machines fighting for her life all because her momma couldn’t get Keith back was a blow to us all. By God’s Grace she fought and was able to pull through. Stacy confessed to everything and was immediately arrested. On top of that, Keith already had his lawyer investigating her ass because he was taking her to family court to get visitation rights.

  Unbeknownst to him, his lawyer had found out that Stacy was bipolar. She had been discharged from the Air Force due to her not wanting to take her medication. All that time I kept calling the bitch crazy and it turns out she actually was! It is a very sad case, because in the midst of her not wanting to take her medicine, poor little Destiny was feeling her wrath. Stacy had been abusing her frequently up until the point where sometimes she couldn’t even go to school. During court, it was determined by a psychiatrist that she was incompetent to stand trial due to her state of mind. She ended up being sentenced to twenty-five years in a mental institution.

  As mad as I was at her for doing those disgusting things to her own child, I also felt sorry for her. I was just glad she was no longer on the streets at her free will to do anything else to hurt Destiny or anybody else for that matter. Keith ended up getting sole custody of Destiny and we’ve had her ever since. I wish I could say after all that has happened that things were getting back to normal with us personally, but that’s far from it.

  You see prior to receiving Keith’s call that day, I had taken a pregnancy test that informed me that I was pregnant. The problem was I didn’t know from whom! Keith and I were already going through a rough patch because he caught me having an affair with my baby daddy, so when I told him I was pregnant he automatically told me that he wasn’t gonna get fucking excited because he wasn’t sure his own wife was carrying his child.

  “Keith what the fuck you mean is it yours? What kind of question is that to ask me?” I asked him after I told him that night we got home.

  “It’s the kind of question you ask your wife when you just found out that she’s still fucking her baby daddy, that’s what kind of question it is!” Keith yelled.

  Thank God I left Jasmine down in Florida with my folks because shit was going to get ugly. Once he said that I knew he was right. I mean what man wouldn’t question the woman he just caught cheating with another man about the paternity of the baby? I knew I couldn’t argue with him about that, but I wasn’t gonna shut up like a punk ass bitch either.

  “Whatever Keith, so what do you want me to do, get rid of it?” I asked with my hands on my hips. I stared at him straight in his face, while I hoped his eyes will tell me what he truly meant at that point.

  “You know what Keisha at this point do what you wanna do, hell you been doing it anyway from what I seen. Right now I’m just concerned about making sure my daughter is going to be alright, and set a life of stability for her and Jasmine.” Keith told me with a straight face before he walked off.

  That was five months ago and apparently he still feels that way. Ever since then we don’t even sleep in the same room. He hasn’t attended any doctor appointments with me nor does anything pertaining to this pregnancy. He doesn’t even ask me about how things went when I come home from them. When I texted him and told him I was having a boy, his only reply w
as ‘congrats’. That shit hurt like hell.

  I know this is my Karma for screwing over my husband twice, once before we were married and then during our marriage. Then to make matters worse it was with my baby daddy, David. Believe me when I say now when I look back on shit, it definitely was not worth it! David was still the same selfish muthafucka who only wanted things when he wanted it.

  Shortly after Keith caught us, David got knocked off for a drug charge he got caught up in, and was sentenced to five years in prison. Since he had no priors and a good lawyer on deck, he was lucky to get that. His mother called me to let me know that David had set up an account for our daughter to make sure she had everything she needed while he was away. She gave me the information and told me that he also didn’t want me to tell Jasmine that he was in jail. He wanted to be the one to tell her and explain everything once he got the chance to talk to her. I thought by letting Keith know that David was no longer in the picture and that it was the biggest mistake I had ever made, we would try to work things out, but not quite.

  Keith has been treating me like a sideline bitch. He returns my calls when he feels like it, barely holds a conversation with me, doesn’t take me out anymore, and If we do go out it’s only with the kids involve. You can forget about sex, which has ceased all together. My hormones have been crazy with this pregnancy, so I have been a double bitch without getting sex. It’s like he making sure he’s punishing me for the affair and now the pregnancy. Through it all I still hold on to a little ray of hope for us because he hasn’t left yet. He’s still living here with us as a family. So for now, I’m taking my punishment with my big girl panties on and just riding this out. I keep praying daily that God softens Keith’s heart, and he forgives me. I really hope he hears me, because I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.

  CHAPTER 2

  KEITH

  I’m sitting downstairs watching my Pats play in my basement, which I’ve converted into a mini man cave, when my phone beeps letting me know I have a message. It’s a text message from Keisha letting me that she put my dinner plate in the oven. I just reply with a short answer saying ‘cool’. Lately that’s how the communication has been between us. Unless we are in front of the girls, and even then I try to keep it as short as possible. My life has been nothing but a fucking maze these last five months.

  For starters, Stacy insane ass is locked away in a mental facility, away from our daughter for the next twenty-five years. When I found out the things she was doing to Destiny I wanted to murder that bitch! She confessed everything to the police and Child Protective Services once they arrived at the hospital the day she tried to suffocate Destiny. They immediately took her into custody. Then I find out from my lawyer that she was bipolar! All this time I never knew of her condition. She never seemed to be out of the norm except when she couldn’t get her way. I always chalked that up as her just being a woman. To find out she was hurting my baby all this time right up under my nose and I didn’t do anything to protect her ate me up inside. Not to mention also finding out my wife was cheating on me and fucking her baby daddy not even a year into our marriage was just the icing on the fucking cake! The way I’m feeling, I need to be locked up in the crazy house my damn self! Now she’s pregnant and I’m not even sure if I’m the father.

  When Destiny was hurt and I called Keisha to come back home from visiting her folks, and she came running with no questions asked. Even though prior to that I had just caught her cheating on me, I put that in the back of my mind for the time being. Once she was there and we got the clear from the doctor that my baby was finally able to breathe on her own and they were taking her off the ventilator machine but watching her closely, Keisha told me about her finding out she was pregnant right before she left to come here. At that time I just looked at her ass, shook my head and walked off. She tried to talk to me about the pregnancy after that, but when she saw she wasn’t getting anywhere with me, she just stopped all together.

  So basically she’s been going through her pregnancy by herself. I’m so fucking angry that I figure I would punish her ass by letting her fend for herself on this. I know I could have easily just left, but I didn’t want to add more strain on the situation then it already is for Destiny and Jasmine. Destiny had to get use to the fact that she wasn’t going to see her mom for a while and Jasmine had just learned that her daddy was going to be away as well for the next couple of years, so me leaving wouldn’t have been a good idea. Believe me this hasn’t been an easy situation for me. Keisha and I are sleeping separately, we barely talk, and I never ask anything about her pregnancy or concerns.

  I’m hurt like a muthafucka, and me being distant is the only way I can cope with her fuck up. It kills me knowing that she could possibly be pregnant with another man’s baby. We have never discussed the possibility that the child might not be mines, but we both know that’s the reason why I’m not active with her pregnancy. I wanted nothing more than for my wife to bare my seed, yet all I can think about is how she was fucking that nigga David behind my back. I never asked for details about her affair. Hell I don’t even know if she was letting him fuck her bare! Just knowing that she let another man stick his dick in what is supposed to be my honey pot was enough for me. I do plan on getting a DNA test as soon as the baby is born though. If the child is mines then I’ll definitely be a father and take care of what’s mines, but if it isn’t, Keisha is gonna have to find a new zip code.

  CHAPTER 3

  TROY

  I saw the nurses cutting my clothes off before heard the doctor instruct them to immediately step aside so that he can try to resuscitate me.

  “The pulse is very faint sir!” One of the nurses yelled.

  The doctor began trying to regain my heart beat.

  “Clear!” he screamed as he placed the defibrillator over my heart. “No pulse, try again!” he instructed.

  I just stood by watching my lifeless body lay there and not respond. I knew out of all the things that I had done in my past, and all the hurt I had caused everyone, that karma would eventually make its way to me. I just never thought I would meet it like this. I watched as the doctor tried two more times to resuscitate me and I still didn’t have a pulse. At that moment calm came over me, and the room all of a sudden had a bright light shining through. I suddenly saw my aunt and she looked at me with a smile. I wanted to ask her why she was smiling, because I had not done anything for her to be happy about. I ran into her arms and started to cry.

  “I know you’re disappointed in me auntie. I’m so sorry. If I could make it all right I would. I promise you I would,” I told her as I cried while still holding her tight.

  “Shhh, it’s okay baby. I want you to know I never stopped watching over you. I’m going to hold you to that promise,” She responded as she looked at me and smiled again.

  She then kissed me on my forehead before she disappeared…

  I woke up from my recurring dream that I had been having since I was released from hospital. I looked over to my right side of the bed and saw that it was empty and begin to cry again. I never thought I would feel this lost and alone. My life took a turn of the worst and it was all because of me and my selfishness. I would have never imaged that everything I did in the past that was fucked up, would come back and cost me this much. Never would I have thought about Rodney’s fuck ass coming back on some revenge shit against me all because I got involved with Alicia.

  You would always expect that behavior of a woman, not a man, but I guess I found that out the hard way. God knows if I could turn back the hands of times I would have never hurt my wife the way that I did. Now that she’s gone I realize how much she meant to me and how much I truly loved her. I looked over at the clock and it was nine a.m. I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to get up, take a shower and go visit Cassandra. I really needed to talk to her.

  Once I finished my morning hygiene, I got in my car and headed to my destination. After about fifteen minutes I pulled up to her new re
sidence and cut my engine off. I always got emotional every time I came to see her. Finally I got out the car and walked over to her resting place. The flowers from the last time I visited Cassandra were still freshly on her grave. I looked down at her headstone and admired the saying: Great Mother, Wife and Friend. I instantly fell to my knees crying and started apologizing. This had become a weekly routine for me ever since my wife was buried.

  When Rodney and I were struggling for the gun, it went off twice and shot me once in the stomach and the other shot bounced off the wall and struck Cassandra in the neck. By the time the police got there, Cassandra had already lost a lot of blood and I was in and out on consciousness. After two days in the hospital, I finally woke up and found out that Cassandra didn’t make it. The bullet had hit an artery and the doctors were unable to stop the bleeding. My bullet had pierced my intestine and I had a lot of internal bleeding, but the doctor was able to repair my intestine and stop the bleeding. So once again my wife suffered because of my stupidity, only this time it was with her life.

  I ended up spending two weeks in the hospital. The physical pain wasn’t nearly as painful as the emotional pain. I gave Cassandra sister the okay to go ahead and plan her funeral. We had life insurance so money wasn’t going to a problem. She insisted that we wait until I was released from the hospital to have the funeral so I could attend with our children, but I declined. I know I couldn’t go there and see my wife lying in her casket knowing I was to blame for it, shame and guilt wouldn’t allow it.

  So her sister ended up taking care of everything and has been helping me out with the kids ever since. Once I was released from the hospital, she suggested that she keep the kids until I was fully capable of getting them myself. I agreed knowing that would be the best thing for now. I still make sure my kids see me every week and I call them every day. I also give Cassandra’s sister money every week to make sure my kids never want for anything. It’s been five months and I have yet to have them back living with me. I miss them, but I’m still considered a mess for them to be around.