LOGINChapter 75 Quashawn By the afternoon, I was convinced everyone around me had lost their damn minds. I wasn’t dying; I wasn’t even badly injured anymore. Yet somehow, between the doctor, Fafane, Malik, Jason, and my entire family, I had been sentenced to house arrest. I sat on the couch staring at the television without actually watching it. There was only so much resting a man could do before he started losing his mind. I’d already gone through the monthly reports twice. I’d stared at the pictures of Nicholas and Ethan until I practically memorized every detail in the background. I’d called the shop three times. On the fourth call, they stopped answering- traitors. I picked up my phone and called Malik. “What?” he answered. “Come get me,” I said. “No,” he said. I frowned. “I didn’t even tell you where I wanted to go.” “The answer is still no,” he said, remaining unmoved. “I need to go to the shop,” I told him. “No,” he repeated. I sat forward. “I’m your boss.” “An
Chapter 74 Fafane The next morning, after getting dressed, I came downstairs and found breakfast already on the table. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched Quashawn set down the last few dishes. I sighed. If he thought food was going to make me forgive him, he had another thing coming, but I wasn’t about to refuse good food either. One thing about my husband: he was a damn good cook, and I was going to enjoy every bite of whatever he made. After watching him for another second, I hardened my expression and approached the table. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning.” I poured myself a cup of coffee. “You don’t have to cook every day. You’re still recovering.” I might’ve been angry with him, but I didn’t want my husband dropping dead in front of me. He pulled out a chair. “I know, but I can’t sit still. I might as well cook for my wife.” There was so much hope in his eyes that I deliberately looked away. I buttered my toast and started eating; everything was g
Chapter 73 Quashawn Days later, I was finally released from the hospital. I hadn’t been hurt badly, but I was still sore, and every movement reminded me that getting hit by a car wasn’t something my body planned on forgetting anytime soon. When Malik came to pick me up, I couldn’t hide my disappointment; I had hoped Fafane would come. I hadn’t seen her since she walked out of my hospital room days ago. I guess this was the beginning of my punishment. “Don’t give me that look,” Malik said as he got behind the wheel. “Your wife is still mad at you.” I turned toward him. “How do you know that?” I already knew she was angry, but the way he said it made me feel like he knew something I didn’t. “She came to see me,” he said. “Henry approached her and threatened her.” That got my full attention. “What?! And you waited until now to tell me?” He shrugged. “She gave me the documents. It’s the business proposal we rejected. Henry wants you to sign it, or he says he’ll go after her busi
Chapter 72 Fafane After leaving the hospital, I sat behind the wheel in the parking lot and let the tears fall. A lot had happened to me since I got my second chance at life, but this was one of those moments I couldn’t hold inside. Quashawn never told me he owned the mechanic shop where he worked. That, I could understand. I had mistaken him for a mechanic on our blind date, and he'd let me believe it. But this? This wasn’t a small detail; this was his entire identity. How could he not tell me? Did he not trust me? Did he think I was after his money? I hated even thinking that. All I knew was that sorry wouldn’t fix this. A warm lavender bath wasn’t going to fix it either. I wiped my eyes and reached for the ignition when my phone rang. Without checking the screen, I answered. “Yes. What is it?” “Fafane. It’s nice to hear your voice,” the voice on the other line said. I froze, pulling the phone away from my ear. I looked at the screen. Henry. I cleared my throat. “What do y
Chapter 71 Quashawn When I opened my eyes, Fafane was standing in front of the window with her arms crossed over her chest. From how stiff her back was, I knew getting hit by a car hadn’t done me any favors when it came to keeping the truth from her. I cleared my dry throat and tried to push myself into a sitting position. Fafane turned at the sound and immediately walked toward me. “Don’t.” She adjusted the bed, then reached for the cup of water beside me and handed it to me. I watched her while I drank. Her face gave nothing away. When I finished, she took the cup. “Did getting hit by a car do me any favors?” She stared at me. “No.” Fair enough. She sat on the side of the bed. “The doctor said you’ll be fine. Just some bruises. Nothing serious.” I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. Ouch! “Thanks.” I studied her face. “Are you okay?” “If you’re asking if I got hurt by the car, no.” She went quiet for a moment. “I’m upset, Quashawn. I’ve been open with you fro
Chapter 70 Fafane Today was the gala. I rushed to the office, hoping to finish a few last-minute things before I met the girls. Jasmine insisted on doing my hair, and when she found out I was going with Marie, she wanted to get her out of the office and help her relax a little too. All in all, the day was going pretty well, except for Quashawn. He got quieter the closer we got to the venue, and his mood started to make me suspicious. But I didn’t question him, especially not after what I’d overheard yesterday when his phone rang. I wasn’t going to ruin my day with unnecessary problems. Just as I was about to walk out, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse and saw a text from Tessa. It was a picture of her standing in front of the venue where the charity gala was taking place. “You could never” I almost laughed because, in my past life, I would’ve never set foot in a place like this. But in this life? Not only was I stepping in there, but I also planned to do it in styl







