Chapter 479 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

Bernice didn’t miss Tiffany’s tone, “Yes, Tiff. He hit me,” she repeated.

“Okay. But he didn’t send you packing, did he?” Tiffany asked, and Bernice shook her head.

“No, he didn’t. I left on my own. I’m fed up, Tiff. I can’t continue with that marriage anymore. I just can’t,” Bernice said, and Tiffany frowned.

“Benny, you can’t leave just because he hit you. I told you before, we have to find a way to live with these men,” Tiffany said as she went to sit beside Bernice and placed both arms around her.

“How do you do it, Tiff? I don’t get it. How are you able to live this way? I can’t do it anymore. I’m depressed,” Bernice said as she broke into a sob, while Tiffany consoled her.

“Don’t waste your tears on him. Your husband obviously doesn’t care about you, and he’s not worth it. There is no reason for you to care about him either. All you have to do is find whatever makes you happy, and spend his money on it,” Tiffany advised as she held Bernice tightly to herself and patted her hair.

“What’s going on here?” Jackson, Tiffany’s husband asked when he stepped into the house and saw the sisters in a close embrace.

“You’re welcome, honey. Bernice will be spending the night with us tonight,” Tiffany informed him as he walked over to where she was and kissed her cheeks before glancing at Bernice who forced a smile as she wiped the tears off her eyes.

“Is everything alright? How is Adam?” He asked curiously.

“Everything is okay. I just needed a breather from him and the boys,” she assured him, and although Jackson didn’t believe her, he gave her a nod.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Tiffany asked Jackson, not bothered by the fact that he was coming home that late at night.

“No, I haven’t,” Jackson said, and she smiled at him.

“What about you, Benny? Have you had dinner?” She asked, and Bernice shook her head.

“Alright. Why don’t you both go in and freshen up while I have them set up the table for dinner?” Tiffany asked with a sweet smile as she helped Bernice rise from her seat.

“Give me a minute and I will show you to your bedroom,” she told Bernice as she called out to one of the housekeepers and asked her to set up the table, before leading Bernice away, while Jackson headed for his bedroom.

Tiffany led Bernice to the bedroom, which was at the other end of the hallway from Jackson’s bedroom, but two doors away from hers, “That is my bedroom,” Tiffany said pointing at her door.

“Why? You moved away from the one you share with Jack?” Bernice asked, and Tiffany gave her a nod.

“Yes. We both need our privacy,” Tiffany said as they walked into Bernice’s bedroom.

“Why? By the way, when did you change your housekeepers? Why are they all young ladies when you know your husband has roving eyes?” Bernice asked with a frown after they walked into the guestroom.

Tiffany giggled, “Don’t worry about that. I made sure they’re all lesbians. None of them will have anything to do with him. If he must act irresponsibly, it has to be outside here,” Tiffany assured Bernice, whose eyes widened in surprise.

“What? They’re all lesbians?” She asked in disbelief, and Tiffany laughed giddily.

“Yeah.”

“How many of them did you hire? How did you even think to do something like that?” Bernice asked curiously.

“There are three of them. One cooks, another cleans, and another does the laundry. I told you I’m only going to do what makes me happy. I don’t have the time to worry about Jackson or what he does or does not do anymore. I’m focused on me. You should do that too. And get rid of that nonsense thought about quitting your marriage. If you think Adam is having an affair, do whatever it takes to get your mind off it even if it means getting a lover for yourself too…”

“Tiffany!” Bernice called out in alarm.

“You already said it that he doesn’t care about you,” Tiffany said reasonably.

“I am married. I have my kids to think about. What will they think about me?” Bernice asked, and Tiffany rolled her eyes.

“Who cares? It’s not like you’re going to tell them about it, or are you? It’s going to be a secret. No one has to know about it,” Tiffany assured Bernice.

“What if Adam finds out?” Bernice asked thoughtfully as she considered Tiffany’s advise. She needed attention. She needed to feel loved and to be touched. She couldn’t keep begging Adam to have sex with her while he looked at her like she was undesirable.

“Like I said, it’s going to be a secret. You could bring your lover into the home as your househelp. No one would suspect a thing. Your happiness must always come first, Benny,” Tiffany said, and Bernice blinked at her.

“I don’t understand you, Tiffany. Just what are you up to?” Bernice asked, and Tiffany shrugged.

“I’ve found different ways to please myself. And now I’m happy with myself. My life. And even my marriage. Trust me, Benny, you should listen to me if you want to be happy,” Tiffany encouraged.

“Besides, Adam would most likely not be bothered if he finds out you’re having an affair since he doesn’t care about you. Who knows if that would be what he needs to spur him into caring about you?” Tiffany asked, and Bernice sighed.

“I really don’t know, Tiff,” Bernice murmured, thinking about their mother and what she would think. One her way to Tiffany’s home she had thought about what her mother had said about cutting her off. Her life would be over if she left her marriage and her mother cut her off as well. She would lose on all sides and she wasn’t sure she was bold enough for that yet. Besides, she still had her kids to think of.

“Don’t worry about it and just freshen up. I’ll be waiting at the dining,” Tiffany said before walking away.

Once Tiffany walked out of the bedroom, she dialed her mother’s line, “Bernice is here, Mother,” she informed Rebekah.

“If she refuses to return to Adam’s house, throw her out,” Rebekah ordered.

“But…”

“No buts. Your sister is out of her mind to have left her home. And the only way we can help her come back to her senses is by abandoning her. Talk some sense into her. If she doesn’t listen to you, throw her out,” Rebekah ordered.

“One more thing, make sure neither Lisa nor Anita hears of this. You know how those two can be. I don’t want Lisa encouraging her to leave her marriage, and we can’t afford to have Anita start having doubts about getting married to Benedict Delgado. All that love talk your sister is spewing is trash. Make sure she comes to her senses,” Rebekah added before hanging up.

Tiffany sighed as she returned to the dining where dinner was being set. She looked around to be sure that her husband wasn’t anywhere around before spanking the ass of the housekeeper who was setting the table.

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