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Darnell tried her hardest to pull Don's limp body out onto the balcony. Her plans where to throw his body overboard and then tell everyone that he drunkenly fell over the railing. Finally she was able to lift his body over the balcony and push him into the dark waters below her. With their suite being so high up, the water made a big splash when his body hit the water.

She made sure to remove all his clothes so that if his body was found it wouldn't be that easy to identify. Darnell was hoping that the sharks and other sea mammals got to him before anybody tried to save him. The vase she hit him over the head with was already swept up and thrown overboard as well.

Shaking her head of the thoughts of killing her husband Darnell stared at the man before her. The vision she had felt so surreal to her but she didn't feel not one ounce of guilt over his demise.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Darnell looked at Don ready to slap the shit out of him.

He had to be out his fucking mind to ask her some dumb shit like that. Darnell had to ask if she heard Don correctly because it was no way he had the audacity to ask her something as degrading as that.

"Come on Darnell don't play me."

"No. I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. If your not the father who is then?" Darnell asked eyebrows raised. "Who else have I been fucking other than you?"

"See man." Don huffed.

"What you stalling for. You had the nerve to come out your ass and say some bullshit to me. So say what's on your mind."

"You ain't been fucking me. All you do is go to the center and hang around man bun."

Darnell had to think for a second. 'Man bun, man bun'.

"Carter! You think I'm fucking Carter!"

Don didn't say anything confirming Darnell's conclusion.

"Wow." Darnell chuckled lowly to herself. She walked over to her purse pulling out her phone. She scrolled through it finding exactly what she was looking for, afterwards she threw it directly at Don hitting him in the chest.

"Darnell chill fuck out man."

"Don't tell me to chill. Look at the damn phone." 

Don picked it up, on the screen was a picture of Carter and Mike kissing Darnell's cheek.

"Why you got me looking at this shit."

"Keep scrolling motherfucker."

Don looked up at Darnell then back at the phone. Swiping left, the next picture was of just Carter and Mike kissing. After glancing at the picture, Don locked the phone and tossed it on the bed next to him.

"Ohh you ain't got shit to say now. With your salty ass looking like a fucking pretzel."

Darnell snatched her phone and the pregnancy test off of the bed heading into the bathroom. She couldn't deny that the fact Don accused her of sleeping with Carter hurt her feelings.

Before she could make it into the bathroom, Don got up from the bed snatched Darnell's arm pulling her into his chest, wrapping his firm arms around her waist.

"Babe come on."

Darnell scoffed wiping the pooling tears that began to fall down her face. "Oh now I'm babe? A minute ago I was a hoe who was fucking any and everybody and didn't know who the father of my child was."

She struggled to get out of his arms but Don's grip on her was too tight. Don nuzzled his face into Darnell's neck kissing it mumbling 'I'm sorry'.

"No. Get off of me Dillion! I can't believe you would say something like that to me." Darnell began to cry hysterically. "Ive been nothing but good to you. I've never made you look dumb or did you you wrong!"

With a a hard push, Darnell finally got enough energy to push Don away from her. She rushed into the bathroom slamming the door, locking it behind her, and sliding down to the cold hard marbled floor. Her hands cradled her head as she tried to catch her breath from her intense crying.

She refused to put her child in anymore danger by the bullshit Don was coming at her with. She was tired of this back and forth with Don. One minute they were good trying to get back to the old them and one minute they couldn't get it together. It was becoming old to Darnell.

After all they had been through, they still couldn't get it right. It made Darnell ponder about something she thought she would never have to think about and that was a divorce. If things between her and Don didn't get better anytime soon, a separation would have to be brought up and this time it would be no dipping and dabbing. When she was done she was done.

It was true that she loved Don, that she was in love with Don, but sometimes love wasn't enough. Yes, sometimes you had to fight for your love, but damn. Was it suppose to be this hard to love someone and receive love in return.

While Darnell was in the bathroom getting herself together Don sat back in silence feeling stupid as hell. Here he was accusing his wife of sleeping around with her gay employee, when she was nothing but faithful to him.

Strike one was the cheating, strike two was Nova, and now strike three; accusing his wife of being a hoe. To him it was obvious, Darnell was done and so what was left of their marriage. He was already out the house and now he felt like he was out her life.

If he wanted to keep his wife and marriage he had to do a complete 180. He had to make this right. Last chance or let it go all together.

All the shit about seeing other woman was all hype. He really didn't want anyone but Darnell and he knew that her now being pregnant added in another factor into everything they had going on.

One thing Darnell knew was that God knew what he was doing when Don planned a trip on a ship in the middle of the sea. It was nowhere for them to go and the ship was packed. They couldn't run away from this even if they tried. They had to work this out and communicate with each other.

One day down, six more to go.

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