In light of my latest release of How it Really Went Down, I wanted to treat you all to a a small piece of what is coming next in the Playing with Fire series. Here is the introduction to the sequel, Playing with Fire II.
Hope you enjoy 🙂
So, I’m sure you all have been wondering what has been going on with me. Well, I must say, it’s been rough as hell.
I was surprised that after everything that happened, Trey stayed with Liyah after all this. I thought for sure she was just a rebound chick for him, and would be nothing more than his baby mama that he would have possibly regretted later, but when I found out that they gotten married while I was in DC, I was crushed. I knew at that moment he wasn’t even thinking about me anymore.
After our divorce was final, Trey and Liyah decided to move to Miami, where he was opening his new restaurant. Liyah felt like it would be best for them to get out of Atlanta after she had the baby. I guess maybe she thought I’d be out for blood; however, I had let that ship sail once I found out they were married.
Liyah put out a restraining order on me shortly after the incident at Trey and I’s house. I guess she felt as if I was some sort of “threat” to her and Trey. Little did she know, I was less of a threat to Trey than I was to her. If she wasn’t pregnant, I would have come back for her ass. I made a promise to myself that one day, we would sit down and finish this conversation. Hopefully, for her sake, I won’t be a raging bitch ready to whoop her ass this time. After a few weeks, I got a letter saying that it had been lifted. Trey later called and explained that there was no point in having a restraining order in place, because I would still need to have contact with him for Chelsea. I told him it was fine. I figured Liyah was doing the most, because she is notoriously known for being a drama queen.
Deep down, I couldn’t blame Liyah totally for all that has happened. Again, I was a cheating whore for the most part. I let other men occupy my time, which caused me to miss out on what was important; Trey and Chelsea. I took full responsibility for messing up my marriage and my relationship with my daughter, because now, she sees her Trey and I just co-parenting, and not being the happy family I had dreamed about for most of our time together.
When my mother found out, she definitely had a long talk to me about my actions. I felt like I was 16 and got caught sneaking my boyfriend in the house. Once we were done with that, I had time to really think and realize that I not only messed up my relationship with Trey, but also potentially damaged the image Chelsea had of me as her mother.
Tara slowly but surely distanced herself from me as well, which I could not be upset with. I could tell that she tried to forgive me for what happened between Channing and I, but in the end, she decided that she was moving back home with her parents to have more support with Josh. We continued to talk every now and then, but then our conversations became more few and far between. I figured with what I had done to the ones I loved, I couldn’t blame her for wanting nothing to do with me. I was surprised that she continued to talk to me for this long, but I always prepared myself for the day that we might lose touch. When she told me she was moving, she promised that we would still remain close and keep in touch, but soon enough, she began to move on with a new life and a new man, and I started to hear less and less from her.
With me losing the last good friend I had in Tara, and also losing my best friend and husband, I decided that it was time for me to leave as well. I took a few months, let Chelsea stay with my mom, and moved to DC. I set up a remote office there, so that I could still run CT Publishing even in a different state. It definitely wasn’t hard at all. Once I had my place set up, I sent for Chelsea, and began my new life there. Things appeared to going pretty well. The adjustment from two-parent household to one-parent household was difficult, but I made it work as best I could. Things were going so well in DC, that I also sought out authors there to publish and had gained a few new authors to add to my company. I also hired an editor there as well, to help manage all the manuscripts I had coming in. Despite my personal troubles, success never seemed to waver, and especially being in a new city where no one knew Chante Wright, the cheater who screwed up a good thing and had the scandal of a lifetime.
Trey and I have joint custody, so when we are ready to drop off Chelsea, we meet back in Atlanta. I usually stay for a few weeks to a month or so; check on things at the home office, and spend time with my mom. We manage to stay very civil with each other, but I can see in Trey’s eyes that he feels so betrayed by my actions. Every time I see him, I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. The only thing I can do is be a better person now, which I try to be every day, whether Trey truly forgives me or not.
Overall, I think things are as good as can be expected, based on how it all went down. These days, I’m just trying to raise my daughter, keep a peaceful relationship with my ex-husband and his new wife (it burns to even say that), and just live a more positive life. Should be easy enough, right?
Well, let’s see just how easy it can be……