Latifah sat alone in her bedroom, nursing a glass of wine.
Her mind is still reeling over what had happened.
Stripped of the throne.
By her own children.
Even her husband did not support her and stood by the side of his children.
Latifah took a gulp of the wine, noting with disdain at the fact that her glass was empty.
She poured another full glass and took another gulp.
Several gulps, in fact.
"You DO know that drinking away your pain doesn't work, right?" came a male voice nearby.
Latifah choked and sputtered upon her wine. She was about to scream when she felt several taps on her body and suddenly, no voice came out.
"We wouldn't want to alarm anyone now, do we?" that same male voice whispered in her ear.
She turned her head and was shocked at the face that was near her face.
'You?!' she mouthed silently.
She put her hand on her throat, her eyes wide as she stared at Kyle Smith.
