Chapter 3

Justin looked at the item in Isabel’s hand. It was Elise’s lip gloss.

"Uh.." He started up, already a dead give-away. "It’s JC’s girlfriends… thing."

"What was JC’s girlfriend doing in YOUR hotel room?"

"Well, they… got into a fight. So I uh… let her stay in here with me."

Isabel thought Justin’s explanation over.

"I find it hard to believe that Julie got in a fight with JC. They don’t fight."

"Well they did last night, so."

She couldn’t believe him, she wanted to so badly, but it didn’t make sense.

"Are you lying to me? Is there another girl, Justin?"

Justin stood up with an angry look on his face.

"No!"

Isabel through the lip gloss at Justin, but he ducked and it flew over his head.

"How can I believe you, Justin? I haven’t seen you in 2 months!"

"How can you-how can YOU not believe ME, Isabel! I love you! What, what, what do you want from me?"

"I want you to be there for our son! He doesn’t even know you!"

Justin threw his hands up.

"Wait, I thought this was about us! Is it about Roland?"

"It’s about you, it’s about you not being a Dad, it’s about you rarely calling home anymore like you used to, it’s about your short, bland emails I get. It’s about you not having a marriage anymore!"

"We DO have a marriage!" Justin yelled.

"No we don’t! You start making an effort to be a husband and more importantly a father instead of making an effort to perfect your pelvic thrusts or I’m getting a divorce, Justin!"

Since fell between both of them.

"You wouldn’t." He said.

"I would. And I will. Justin, I’m sorry but… this is killing me. Roland asks me every night, ‘Mommy, when is Daddy coming back?’. I’m tired of saying you will when you wont."

"Isabel, you know I’m busy."

"That’s no excuse, Justin. Don’t give me that. There’s been days upon days where your free. And you don’t call. You don’t come home." She said, tears forming in her eyes. "What am I supposed to say? I don’t know what else to say. God, the worst thing I could do is divorce you. I don’t want to, I don’t want to do that to Roland. But, I feel like I have a ghost husband."

"Is, I don’t mean to not be there. Don’t you know how hard it is for me to hear about Roland doing all these things. Roland’s first words, Roland’s first steps, Roland’s first day at kindergarten. I don’t know where the lip gloss came from-"

"I thought you said it was Julie’s?"

Justin was silenced. --Oh fuck, oh shit-- He thought to himself.

"Where did that fucking lip gloss really come from?" She asked, barely audible because she was so hurt. Justin slipped up.

"Honey, look-"

Isabel was infuriated inside.

"Whose is it!" She practically screamed.

Next door, JC heard Isabel’s screaming.

"What the…" He said, getting up and walking outside of his room into the hallway. He walked up to Justin’s door and listened.

"It was a… a one night thing, I swear it didn’t mean anything." Justin confessed much to the heartache of Isabel. She was so inlove with Justin, she couldn’t understand how he could even think of being with another woman, and muchless actually do it.

"How could you…"

"Baby, you know I love you with all my heart." Justin said as he tried to touch her. She smacked his hand away from her.

"Don’t touch me." She cried, covering her face with her hands. Justin looked at the huge ring on her finger. He couldn’t stop the flashback of one of the happiest days of his life. His wedding day.

**Flashback**

"You nervous, J?" Lance, his chosen best man, whispered after elbowing him. Justin smiled an obviously nervous smile.

"No, it’s just my wedding day, I’m about to see my beautiful wife walk down that aisle right there but no, I’m not nervous. Do I look nervous?"

Lance looked at him. He looked up at Justin’s forehead, where beads of sweat had formed.

"Your sweating, bro." Lance said. Justin reached up and wiped his brow. Just then, the all too familiar piano cords caught Justin and Lance’s full attention.

There stood Isabel, beaming with excitement. Even from opposite ends of the church, he knew they were looking at eachother. With her father on her right arm, the distance between them slowly began to close. He got Goosebumps, feeling like he was the luckiest man alive.

**End Flashback**

Now, he felt like he was the dirtiest, rottenest, dog-of-a-husband alive. He thought of Roland. What would he tell Roland.

"What are you gonna tell your son? Hmm? You’re 3 year old son. Sorry Rolls, but I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and that’s why your Mom hates me."

"Come on, Isabel."

"No, don’t ‘come on, Isabel’ me. You’re disgusting. Get-just get the hell away from me." She said in a low growl. "I hope your show goes really great tonight. Hey, at the after party, why don’t you go stick some nasty hoe. And this time, don’t worry about your wife, she already knows. So you don’t have to worry about getting caught."

Justin’s mouth hung open. For some reason, he thought she was being unreasonable. But, he couldn’t get the courage to say anything before she walked out the door.

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