Diary of a Mad First Lady (Urban Renaissance) by Dishan Washington

Author:Dishan Washington [Washington, DiShan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781601622426
Amazon: 1601622422
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2011-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Daphne

All my life I had to fight. I had to go above and beyond the ordinary to get the things that I wanted. I saw Darvin no differently.

It had been four weeks since my run-in with Michelle. But not one to be defeated, I got very active in the church as I said I would, and had been layering the icing on very thick ever since then. Each Sunday Darvin preached, I fell out in the spirit. I spoke in tongues. I shouted amen louder than anyone in the church. I sent emails to his personal email address almost every day, encouraging him to keep preaching, telling him that his sermons were changing my very life. Oh, yes, I was the perfect member—soon to be the first lady. And I was hoping that it was getting harder for him to see the monster I’m sure Michelle had made me out to be.

This past Sunday, I’d walked up to him and placed in his hands an envelope containing a love gift of twenty-five hundred dollars in cash. I knew there were some heavy hitters in the church, but none of them were dropping that kind of money in the love offering. I told him his sermon blessed me so much that God had spoken to me and instructed me to sow a seed into his life. After all, you reap what you sow, right?

His eyes had gotten large, and you couldn’t have missed the smile on his face if all the lights were turned out. I knew from being on the inside as Michelle’s armor bearer that pastors loved their love gifts. I couldn’t have asked for a better plan than to have the opportunity to be as close to Michelle as “Daphne” in order to find out what Darvin liked and didn’t like. Therefore, I was able to trump all of the other women who had taken a liking to him. They had no clue as to who he really was. He was a man who liked his ego stroked as much as any other man; however, not in the usual way. He loved it when people spoke words of affirmation and expressed their love through gifts. Those were just his love languages, and I knew how to speak them. However, as “Daphne,” my financial luxuries had failed to compare to what they were now.

It seemed that since my first investment had yielded my unbelievable dividends, I was on a streak of luck. In addition to my already lucrative portfolio, God had afforded me to be even more successful in my newest ventures—trading and selling stock market shares, as well as buying and flipping houses in the real estate business. I wasn’t hurting for money in no sense of the term, and giving money and gifts to my future husband wasn’t a loss; it was an investment.

Michelle had turned all kinds of shades of blue when I put the money into his hands. She was probably aware of the fact that it was another part of an ultimate plan, but I didn’t care one single iota.

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