The Casino is rightfully Mrs. Jonesâ.â
âYouâre being ridiculous,â Carter stated directly to Miamor. âYou can have this fit at home ma. Youâre not going nowhere so letâs stop racking up the billing hours and send the suits home.â He could see the hurt in her eyes. No matter how hard of a front Miamor put on, Carter knew her. He could feel the disappointment and resentment radiating from her heart. He turned to Einstein. âTake Levie and step out of the room.â
Levie objected. âI donât advise my client to speak with you without me.â
Carterâs eyes turned dark as he turned his attention to Miamorâs attorney. âLeave the room,â he demanded, his shoulders squared in authority as his baritone banished both men from the room.
He turned toward Miamor when they were alone. It was the first time he had seen her in weeks. She had accepted no phone calls from him and hadnât been home since she had found him cheating. Carter had no idea where she was even staying. âCan we talk?â he asked.
âNo,â she replied, stubbornly.
âItâs not what it looks like. If you let me explain . . .â Carter started.
âI caught a bitch half naked in your bed, itâs exactly what it looks like. Thereâs nothing more to say,â Miamor spat. Her words were so sharp that they cut Carter to the core. He could hear the contempt lacing her words. She was scorned, dejected, and scarred by all of the promises that he had broken. So many apologies sat on the edge of his tongue, waiting to leap out of his mouth, but he held them back. She was too full of anger to hear anything that he had to say at the moment and he wasnât into wasting time.
âI want it all,â she continued. âEvery dollar, every business, every asset.â
âYouâre pushing me Miamor,â Carter warned. âIâm trying to be patient with you because I know that I hurt you. I fucked up,â he said through gritted teeth. âBut donât take that as weakness ma. You out of everybody know what it is. You know exactly what Iâm capable of.â
Miamor cut her eyes low in disgust. âYes I do know Carter, but clearly you have forgotten what Iâm capable of. Youâll soon find out. There is a price to pay for breaking my heart. Iâm going to ruin you nigga.â
Miamor stormed out of the conference room, bypassing both Levie and Einstein as she made her exit. Heat pulsed through her as she made her way to her chauffeured vehicle. She was so full of emotion that it felt like she would combust. The history that she shared with Carter made it so hard to let him go. She had made him her everything and now that he had let her down, she was left with nothing but resentment. She looked at the world through a bitter lens as she slid into the plush interior of the Cadillac truck. The driver closed the door and Miamor leaned her elbow against the windowsill. Rest. Contentment. Peace of mind. She wondered if she would ever feel those things again. Turmoil had taken over her world and a sick knot was ever present in her gut. She was sick from grief as she mourned the loss of the greatest love she had ever known. She let her head fall to the side as her chin rested against her balled fist. Tears came to her eyes. How did I let another woman sneak into his bed? she pondered, miserably. She tried to think of where she had gone wrong. What had she done to deserve the disloyalty that Carter had shown her? She hadnât even seen the signs or had she seen them and just ignored them. She had trusted Carter and he had burned her. Miamor was lost. She was once a woman who needed no one until Carter had changed that. He had convinced her to trust him, had gotten her dependent on his affection. Now that they were at odds all she felt was pain. Her pain made her want to cause pain and she had her cross hairs focused on the
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