by Deja King
Shari seized Kenny’s arm as he was turning to leave. “Wait a minute, Kenny. I want you to tell me what’s really going on with Andre.”
“No disrespect, Shari, but I explained everything that needed to be said to Chantal. I’m done here.”
“How can you come and wreck a woman’s world and then say you’re done? I know you’re not that cold, maybe Andre but not you.”
“You don’t even know me, so you can’t say what type of man I am.”
“I know that you were the one who had enough balls to break the news to Chantal, instead of Andre’s coward ass doing it.”
“I know the whole situation is a little fucked up, but Andre means well.”
“A little! He left the mother of his child at the church on their wedding day. That is more than a little fucked up. Now I have to go out there and explain to hundreds of people and a sweet innocent little girl why her parents aren’t getting married today. Now I want some answers.” Kenny put his head down and turned his back, leaving Shari to answer her own questions.
Reality returned and Chantal comprehended that the couple weren’t strangers but the love of her life Andre and the love of his life, Tyler Blake. She looked down at her $100,000 custom-made Vera Wang wedding gown and the diamond-studded Manolo that was placed firmly on the brakes. Her fresh French-manicured hands were gripping the steering wheel to her silver CL600 Coupe. It all made sense now. Andre wasn’t marrying her because his heart belonged to a woman who didn’t deserve him. No matter how hard Chantal tried, Andre couldn’t accept as true that her mentality had gone from hooker to housewife. Instead, he chose a woman who didn’t truly love him at all. But there was no way that Tyler Blake would steal her thunder. Andre and Chantal had exchanged vows and it was until death do them part. Chantal lifted one Manolo off the brake and pressed the other on the gas.
Tyler was the first to notice the silver Benz racing toward them. She had a flashback to when she was a teenager in Georgia and everything went in slow motion as Trey, the abusive boyfriend she dated in high school, blew his brains out. Tyler’s body once again froze, and as the sound of the engine got closer and louder, Andre slowly turned his head and locked eyes with the deranged Chantal, and all Tyler could let out was, “Andre look out!”
