Falsehood: A short story by Shubricca L Bell. (Pt. 3)

“Kerrie, I’m so sorry,” Kacely said, as the two of them sat at a corner table inside a cafe. “Don’t be. I knew what I was getting myself into before I married Jackson. Truth is, he’s always loved you, and I knew that,” Kerrie said. “But he married you,” Kacely said. Kerrie took a deep breath in and exhaled. “Jackson and I didn’t get married out of love, we got married for image. You see, Jackson needs me, more than I need him. It’s my father’s money that made Eboda Tech what it is today. Your father was a brilliant man, but the truth is, he needed money. My dad agreed to invest in Eboda Tech for sixty percent of the company. Jackson’s father thought that it was a good deal, your dad, again, a brilliant man, disagreed. He and Mr. Bennet had a falling out over that. I bet you didn’t know about that, did you?” Kerrie said. Kacely slowly shook her head, no. “Yeah, they weren’t besties like you and your mom may think, although I know that’s the picture Mr. Bennet has sold you. Anyway, my father gave your father thirty days to think about his offer. Your dad died within those thirty days, giving Mr. Bennet just enough time to gain CEO status and accept my father’s offer. I don’t believe your father’s death is as much a mystery as Mr. Bennet makes it seem,” Kerrie said. “Are you saying, Jackson’s father had something to do with my father’s death, in order to gain control of Eboda Tech?” Kacely said. “I’m not saying anything except, how convenient your father’s untimely death was, for a certain person. That’s all I’m saying,” Kerrie said. Kacely’s heart dropped. She felt as if someone dropped an anvil on her. She became anxious, and short of breath. “Can we get some water please,” Kerrie said calmly, to the waiter walking past their table. “Calm down, Kacely. I’m not trying to upset you,” Kerrie whispered. “This is only the beginning. You’re going to need to be able to keep your composure and stay focused if you’re thinking about going at the Bennet’s in any way,” Kerrie said. The waiter brought the water to Kerrie. She passed it to Kacely. “Here, drink some water and relax,” Kerrie said. Kacely took a few sips and the more she sipped, the more she thought that maybe Kerrie was fabricating a story. “Why am I getting upset about something that I have no proof of?” she thought to herself. “Hell, Kerrie doesn’t even know what she’s saying. She could be speaking out of bitterness,” she thought. “Kerrie put one of her hands across the table and grabbed Kacely’s hand. “Look, I know this may be hard to believe, but I am not the enemy here. I’m just trying to set myself free, and to do that, I feel like I need to let my truth out. I can’t do that if I don’t air my own dirty laundry. These secrets have consumed me, and for what? To keep up an image? I thought that time, marriage and our kids would make Jackson learn to love me, but he doesn’t. Truth is, I don’t love him either. I just wanted us to work for so long, but it never did. Jackson is far from perfect, but I really do believe, that his heart belongs to you,” Kerrie said. “Please, Kerrie. Jackson’s heart belongs to himself. I was his secret for a long time, but I don’t want him anymore. Thank God that I’ve went through the things I have with him, or else, I would be the idiot waiting to ride off into the sunset with him, but no. I’m over Jackson. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. I feel like trash. Sleeping around with my child’s father, your husband, all of these years and smiling in your face like we’re one big happy family. I hate myself for that,” Kacely said. “Don’t,” Kerrie said. “Please, forgive me,” Kacely said. “I already have. The two of us just need to work on forgiving ourselves,” Kerrie said. “I don’t understand. How can you be so calm? Why are you being so nice to me? The media expects us to be fighting like cats and dogs,” Kacely said. “Yeah, well, today’s a good day to tell the media and the world for that matter, to hell with their expectations. And yes, I should hate you, but I guess that God is slowly but surely working on me. Not only is He working on me, but our kids are siblings. If we had a falling out, guess what that would do to them? I don’t want that to happen. I still welcome Jakayla whether Jackson’s in the picture or not. Don’t think for a second I have it all together, because Lord knows, I have issues. I’m still trying to figure this whole Christian walk thing out, but I’m trying. You should try God too. I’m telling you. He is the only one that has kept me sane in the middle of all the chaos. I’m not talking about the affair either, I’m talking about things I’ve gone through during the course of my life, like trying to live up to people’s expectations and having no peace. Keeping toxic family secrets and… honey, you have no idea. Get you some Jesus in your life. That’s all I can say,” Kerrie said. “If He can do for me, what He’s doing for you. I think I will,” Kacely said. They smiled at each other, got up and gave each other a hug, and Kerrie placed a envelope inside Kacely’s coat pocket, then they left the cafe, each going their separate ways. As Kacely headed to her car, she reached into her coat to grab her car keys, when she felt an envelope. She had no idea, Kerrie had slipped it in her pocket. Kacely sat in her driver’s seat and opened the envelope and read what was inside. It was a living will. The will stated that in the event of Mr. Eboda’s death, Kacely’s mother would become the rightful CEO to Eboda Tech. Kacely couldn’t believe what she was reading. “Is this a joke. How did Mr. Bennet become CEO if this is true? If Kerrie gave her this paper, this meant Kerrie’s father could be in on the corruption. Was Kerrie trying to expose her father, too? What does this even mean,” Kacely thought to herself. She cranked her car and drove home.

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