A few steps into my stroll towards her, the gossip looked at me and nodded my way. Creole looked up and we locked eyes. Praying she wouldn't try to put me out and cause a scene, my steps towards her slowed down, but I kept going after her.
I would always go after her.
This was the man I promised to love and respect and spend the rest of my life with. This was also the man that put my health and life in jeopardy because of a drunken night. How could I separate the two?
They promised to love each other for better or worse. Until death pulled them apart. But before Creole could walk down the aisle to marry Nyameka, they were slapped in the face with Kimberly Simpson's rape allegation.
Nyameka makes it his priority to not only clear his name, but to regain the trust of the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Will he succeed? Or will his infidelity, whether intentional or unintentional, be too much for Creole to handle?