Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B’s: I Faked a Miscarriage to Steal My Sister’s Baby Daddy

KEISHA I lost the baby. That’s what I told them. Truth is, I lost the patience to keep pretending. So I strapped on a silicone belly, let my sister fall for my man, and watched it all crumble with a smile. Let her suck him. Let him fall. I faked a miscarriage, sure... but what I really gave birth to? Was a whole new me. This Thanksgiving, I’m not bringing a dish. I’m bringing the drama.

TASHA You think I stole him? Baby, I took what was offered. Davon was never hers. He was waiting on a real woman to treat him right, and I gave it to him—in the laundry room, during dessert, and after the damn pie. Keisha played innocent too long. But now? The gloves are off. I’m done hiding what I want. She should’ve known I don’t share.

DAVON I came to dinner for turkey. I left with my pants around my ankles and a heart split in two. Keisha said she loved me. Tasha made me feel it. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, but I got caught between two sisters, one lie, and a sex game I didn’t know had stakes. Now I’m out here trying to figure out who the hell I am... and whether either of them ever really loved me at all.

ZAY Keisha? She the kind of woman you don’t meet twice. She walked into my life talkin’ fake pregnancies and real revenge. I should’ve run. Instead, I poured the wine, laid her on silk sheets, and gave her everything she asked for. Loyalty. Lust. A plan. She don’t need saving. She needs a partner in crime. And I’m more than ready to burn it all down beside her.