The Face-Off

Nita was on her way to Mayfaire shopping mall when she ran into Angie. Great, she thought to herself. So much for this being the perfect day.

Her grip tightened on the handle of her handbag as she watched the young woman approach. “Hello, Angie,” she greeted her when she reached her.

Angie walked up to her, her face flushed. “Don’t you hello, Angie me,” she retorted, her eyes flashing at her.

“What’s eating you?”

“You know damned well what’s eating me.”

“Let me guess–Paul?”

“Yes. Didn’t you think that I would find out?”

“Find out what?”

“That you and he are seeing each other.”

“Well, it’s hard not to see each other considering the fact that I’m working at his company.”

“You’re working at his company?”


“Since when?”

“Since last week Monday.”

“How did this happen?”

“He came to my mother’s house and offered me the job.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He wanted to help me.”

“And out of gratitude, you throw yourself at him?”

“I’m not throwing myself at him.”

“What were you and he doing at Copper Penny last week Monday?”

“How do you know about that? Were you there?”

“No. Someone else was there and saw you. What were you and he doing there?”

“Having dinner.”

“I bet that was your idea. You’ve been trying to snag him ever since you met him.”

“You lose. It was his idea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do and places to go.”

“Stay away from him, Nita.”

“Why should I?”

“He’s mine.”

“He was your husband but your marriage was annulled.”

“He told you about that?”

“Yes. And he told me why. Faking a pregnancy? That was low, even for you.”

“You don’t get to stand there and judge me.”

“I’m not judging you. Only God can do that.”

“Leave God out of this. You’re judging me and trying to move in on my man.”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort. And as far as Paul is concerned, he’s a free agent and that means he can have dinner with whomever he pleases.”

“I’m not going let you steal him away from me.”

“I can’t steal what no longer belongs to you.”

“Stay the hell away from my husband.”

Ex-husband. And you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Stay away from him, Nita or else…”

“Or else, what?”

“You’ll be sorry.”

“Oh. I’m shaking in my boots. Girl, don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m not going to stand by and let you get your miserable claws in him.”

Nita was about to reply when her cell rang. “Excuse me.” When she saw who the caller was, she smiled. “Hello, Paul.”

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Angie seethed with anger and jealousy. She was tempted to snatch the cell away and smash it on the ground.

“I’m on my way to the mall. Dinner this evening? Sure, I would love to. That sounds great. Yes, I’ll see you then. ‘Bye.” She ended the call. “You were saying?” she said to Angie.

“I’m going to wipe that smug look off your face, you wait and see,” she muttered. How she longed to scratch her eyes out.

“I’d like to see how you’re going to do that.”

“You’ll see, all right. And you won’t like it.”

“I feel sorry for you–“

“I don’t want your damned pity. I’m going to ruin whatever you think you have with Paul.”

“My advice to you is to get help. You’re messed up, Angie. An annulled marriage is the least of your problems. Excuse me.” She brushed past her and walked off.

Angie watched her go, fuming. She was so mad that she could scream. How could Paul do this to me? she wondered. How could he have dinner with the one person I detest? Is he doing it to hurt me–to punish me for faking the pregnancy? How long is he going to hold that against me? I’m sorry I did it but it was the only way I could think of to hold onto him. I loved him so much that I was desperate to do whatever it took not to lose him. I still love him. I will always love him. I’m not going to let Nita take him away from me. I’m going to fight her tooth and nail. If I can’t have him, I’ll make damned that she can’t have him either.

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