The Dirty Divorce Part 3 by Miss KP Read Free Book Online

glanced at the last piece of paper. Bam, there it was…life insurance documents. As I scanned one of the documents, a huge smile suddenly appeared on my face. This had turned into my lucky day because there it was in black and white. I was the beneficiary of a $750,000 policy if somethin’ ever happened to Lisa. The dumb bitch had obviously never bothered to change anything when we got divorced.
    Grabbin’ the paperwork, I folded all the sheets in half then stuffed them into my back pocket. After placin’ the envelope back, I was just about to walk out of the bedroom door before noticin’ Lisa’s white Chanel ceramic watch with custom diamonds on the dresser. I’d paid a good ten stacks for that watch and I figured Lisa didn’t have a need for it now anyway.
    I could get a good eight thousand for this shit, I thought to myself .
    No sooner than I put it in my pocket, I then noticed a credit card on dresser as well. After lookin’ at the name, Doris L. Carter, I realized that it belonged to Lisa’s mother. Decidin’ to teach that bitch a lesson for stayin’ where she didn’t belong, I slipped that shit in my pocket, too.
    Makin’ my way down the steps, I quickly jumped when I saw someone walkin’ in the front door. It was Lisa’s mother. We both scared the shit out of each other.
    She immediately clenched her chest. “Rich, what in the world are you doing here? You almost gave a heart attack!”
    All of her groceries had fallen out of the bag and onto the floor of the foyer, broken eggs and all.
    “What up, First Lady?” I stepped over the bag and walked toward the family room.
    “You rude-ass bastard! Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? How the hell are you just gonna walk over the bag instead of helping me pick this stuff up. It’s your fault it fell in the first place.”
    “Wow, is that the way a lady of the cloth is supposed to speak? Now, what would your husband have to say about that mouth of yours? Besides, you straight. It looks like you could do some more bends and reaches to help your mid area anyway.” I patted my stomach and smiled.
    She gave me a look of death. “Don’t go there. If my husband was alive, you wouldn’t be here talking trash. Now, answer my question, why are you here? You don’t live here anymore. How the hell did you get in anyway? The locks were changed.”
    “I have my ways. Besides, maybe I should be askin’ you the same question since your ass don’t live here either This isn’t your house.”
    “Well, this is my daughter’s house, so I have a right to stay here as long as I want.”
    “The entire time me and my family lived here, you never stepped foot in this damn house, so you should’ve kept it that way, First Lady.”
    “That’s not my damn name. I’m Mrs. Carter to you.”
    “If I were you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable. What…do you think some other money hungry Pastor muthafucka gon’ be livin’ up in here with you? I don’t think so. It’ll only be a matter of time before this place is mine again.”
    “Over my dead body!”
    “Now you know that can be arranged.”
    She stared at me for what seemed like forever before breakin’ out into a prayer. “Father God, please keep me near the cross before I hurt this man. He’s the devil, the devil I tell you!” she shouted with her hands in the air.
    Luckily, before she could start some sort of fake-ass sermon, the house phone rang. With the egg carton in her hand, she quickly turned around and walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Carter’s swagger had definitely changed since her husband passed away. I’d rarely been around her over the years, but every time I saw her she always looked like a preacher’s wife, church hat and all. Lately she’d been a different person, or maybe this is who she was all along. Her once gray hair was now red and cut into a short, Halle Berry spiky style and it looked as if her golden colored skin had a recent dose of Botox. Even her thick eyebrows had now