Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B’s: He Proposed at Dinner, Then I Fought His Side Chick in the Driveway

NADINE:

You ever fuck up so bad, the whole family stops passing you the mac and cheese? Yeah. That was me. I didn’t mean to sleep with my cousin’s man. I meant to win him. But Darius was the kind of mistake you don’t just make once, you marinate in it. Now I’m out the house, out the group chat, and out of excuses. But I’m done being the villain in someone else’s story. I’m writing my own.

KEYA:

He proposed over my dressing. Then I found out he was dirtying up Nadine’s sheets. You ever fight your cousin in the yard after dessert? No? Try it in heels. The betrayal cut deeper than the ring ever could. So I buried the fairytale, set the porch light to petty, and swore off men. Until he came back: the one that got away before I even knew I was chasing him.

JORDAN:

I left this town chasing light through a camera lens. I didn’t expect to find it again in Keya’s eyes: fierce, hurt, and ready to burn it all down. I also didn’t expect to be caught between two women who both know how to throw hands and ruin a man’s life with a look. But I’m not here to play referee. I’m here to make Keya remember who she is, and show Nadine she was never unworthy, just underestimated.