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too damn old to be on her hip. The little girl looked about five years old. I opened the door and looked around her as if I was expecting someone else.             
                  “Can I help you?” I asked politely and impatiently. I had a test sitting on the counter of my half bath that I needed the results to.
                  “Is Donovan Jackson here?” she tried to look pass me. I closed the door behind me and stepped out.
                  “He isn’t. I’m his wife. Can I help you with something?” I was trying to be as polite as I could be but the scowl she had on her face, when I mentioned I was his wife, made me want to deck her in the face.
                  “His wife? Donovan isn’t married,” she rolled her eyes. I guess the little girl was getting too heavy because she sat her ass down.
                  “He does now. My name is Milan Jackson,” I said, purposely extending the hand with a 5-carat diamond ring on it.
                  “Well, since you’re his wife, I guess this involves you, too. My name is Kareema and this is Tavia. She is Donovan’s daughter,” she announced and folded her arms. She smirked at the expression that was on my face.
                  “You’re mistaken, Donovan doesn’t have any children,” I managed to mumble. There was no denying this child was his. She resembled him.
                  “It’s a lot you don’t know about, Donovan,” she chuckled.
                  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
                  “Your ‘husband’ is a registered sex offender.  Bet he didn’t tell you that one, did he?” She picked the little girl up and went back to her car.
    I slammed my door so hard and sat on the ottoman that furnished the foyer. I needed to sit because I felt like I was about to faint any minute. Once, I regained my composure I got up and grabbed my laptop. I searched Donovan’s name and age and old city and up popped a website with all his information on it. His crime was committed in Chicago, which is where he was originally from. Is that why he moved to California? 
                  I ran to the bathroom to grab my cellphone and noticed the pregnancy test was negative. I blew a sigh of relief. A baby wasn’t in the cards for me right now, especially after what I was just told. I thought we told each other everything, I know I did. My life was an open book. I had grabbed my cellphone to call Minka, when I heard the downstairs door slam I screamed unintentionally. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t get out of there before he returned home.
                  “Wife, where you out?” he called out, I crouched down behind my long dresses so he didn’t see me. I heard him when he came into my walk-in closet right before he pulled me from under the dresses. Damn!
                  “Why the hell you hiding, Milan?” Donovan questioned.
                  “Get the fuck away from me you rapist!” I screamed swinging on him rapidly. He tried to dodge the hits but they kept on coming. My arms felt like rubber by the time I finished hitting him.
                  “You done yet?” he asked, out of breath.
                  “How could you? Lie to me out all people. I was down for you when no one was. I loved you and took your last name. Why did you ask me to marry you in Vegas if you were hiding this from me?” I yelled.
                  “Milan! Stop being fucking dramatic, I am not Terrance Howard and you aren’t Ashanti. Stop acting foolish,” he said firmly.
                  “Fuck you!” I yelled back while trying to push past him. He pushed me on the bed and I flinched.
                  “Please don’t rape me, please,” I blurted. Donovan stopped trying to calm me down and looked at me with the