Black President by Brenda Hampton

Author:Brenda Hampton [Hampton, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

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First Lady Raynetta Jefferson

I had great days, okay, and bad. Today was a horribly bad day, and I had to shed some tears as I sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the numerous photos of Stephen having passionate sex with Chanel Hamilton on Air Force One. Claire had arranged to get the photos for me. She was very disgusted as she handed the envelope over. Like always, I put on my game face, saying that I didn’t care, even pretended as if I didn’t. But this did something to me. The ugly conversation I had with Stephen did something to me as well. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to blame me for his behavior. He told me to speak my truth, and after all this time, maybe it was time for me to just come out and say that I never wanted any children. I didn’t know how to say it, so I concocted a lie about being brutally raped by my uncle when I was a teenager. I told Stephen that my uncle had cut my insides with a knife, and the damage he’d done prevented me from having children. Before that, I told him that I was pregnant so that he would marry me. When I was forced to come clean about that, he was devastated. There was no question that a trail of lies and deceit followed me, but Stephen had plenty of issues too. This thing with Chanel was eating me alive. Stephen had served her well; I could tell by her expression in each photo. He too seemed to be enjoying himself, and it had been such a long time since I’d seen that satisfied expression on his face. All I witnessed around here was how unhappy he was. He damn sure wasn’t the only one.

Feeling frustrated, I tossed the photos on the nightstand, then headed to the bathroom to splash water on my tearstained face. Stephen had been away all day. I wasn’t even sure if he was here now. He was probably somewhere celebrating Speaker Robinson’s resignation. That was unquestionably a good thing, and yet again, I felt as if this was a turning point in the right direction for Stephen. He would be able to get many things accomplished with the Speaker out of the way. Then again, I wasn’t so sure because many members of the Republican Party hated him with a passion.

Around midnight, I changed into my nightgown, then climbed in bed. I wondered if Stephen would come to bed tonight, and if he did, I intended to clear my conscience and speak my truth. We hadn’t had a heart-to-heart talk in a long time. After all that had happened, it was time.

I fluffed my pillow, then lay on my side. My eyes locked on those photos again, and as tears began to well, I shut my eyes, fading into a deep sleep.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up to the bright sunrays coming through the window.

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