TORN- Chapter 2
Synopsis: One night, that's all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth... he had someone waiting for him... someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.
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Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst
Several Months Ago….
“I’m pregnant.”
The second those words left India’s lips, Josh’s whole world turned upside down. He could feel Janae staring a hole into him as he avoided her eyes. Janae had instructed him to put the phone on speaker, and as soon as he did, India had blurted out that she was pregnant.
Janae’s glare could have cut through steel as she waited for him to respond. He wanted to say something—anything—but his mouth felt dry. The weight of the situation was pressing in on him, and the room suddenly felt too small.
Josh was brought back to that night all those months ago. He had made a terrible mistake. The argument with Janae had been brutal—raw and vicious, with words that could never be taken back. He remembered storming out of the house that day, ignoring her calling his name, telling him to get back in the house. He remembered looking on Instagram and noticing that India had a booking in Atlanta, and without thinking, he had driven to the club.
They hadn’t talked in about two weeks. The Bloodline story was starting to pick back up after WrestleMania and by the looks of her Instagram, India was booked and busy. Just like that day back in Dallas, their eyes met as soon as he stepped foot into the club.
She smiled at him and leaned over to whisper something in the security guard's ear, and then pointed in his direction. Once she got the okay nod from the guard, she waved him over.
“Josh!” She called out once he got close enough. He laughed as she launched herself at him.
“Wassup, Mamas. You couldn’t tell ya’ boy you was in town tonight?” He asked, then placed on hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Indi.”
She had giggled and shoved him away from her playfully. “Whatchu’ drinking?!”
He slowly trailed his eyes up and down her body before making eye contact with her. “Whatcu’ offering?” he smirked, and she let out a gasp before biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes.
“That's only on the menu if you’re a good boy.”
Josh inhaled through his nose, his hand sliding down her back and was now dangerously close to her ass. “You dangerous ‘ma.”
“Everyone needs a little danger in the life, right?” She whispered, and Josh barely heard her over the loud music thumping through the club.
Josh threw his head back and groaned ignoring India laughing at his struggle. He removed his hand from her waist and backed away from her. “Nah, you really hell.”
She shrugged and held up a bottle of Hennessy. “Shots?”
Present Day…
Josh let out a sigh as he pulled into his driveway. He had just gotten back from his trip to Dallas to visit India and Egypt. India had ignored his phone calls after dropping the bomb of the wedding on her. He couldn’t blame her either. He had led her on, and then when she was most vulnerable, he had basically left her to fend for herself.
His house was uncharistically quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV from the living room. He shut the front door and kicked his shoes off, his mind still swirling with thoughts of India and the mess he’d created.
His fiancée, Janae, was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes glued to the screen as if she were trying to lose herself in whatever show was playing. But even from across the room, Josh could tell that she was tense.
“Did she sign the papers?” Janae asked, not taking her eyes off of the TV.
Josh blew out a raspberry and flopped down on the couch next to her, not missing the way she shuffled away from him. “Wasn’t even able to bring it up.” Janae scoffed, and Josh gritted his teeth, trying not to lash out at her. “She kicked me out, Nae. I brought up the wedding, and she asked me to leave.”
Janae rolled her eyes. She was beyond fed up with Josh and his little predicament. All she wanted was for everything to be over. She stood from her seat and pointed a finger in his face. “If you would’ve kept your dick in you pants, none of this would be happening!”
Josh wanted to roll his eyes. They’ve been having the same argument for the past six months. “I know, okay? I’m not proud of it. But what’s done is done, and now I have a kid with her. I’m not going to just pretend Egypt doesn’t exist.”
“Not proud? Josh, you fathered a child with her! And now you expect me to just sit here while she plays this game with you? You need to get her to sign those papers—now.” Janae’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and desperation.
Josh’s chest tightened. “C’mon Nae -”
“No.” She cut him off, her voice cold and calculated. “You knew what my conditions were. You knew what you had waiting home for you, when you went and fucked that girl.” Janae was barely keeping her anger in check. Her hands were clenched so tight, her nails were leaving indents in his palm. “You said you didn’t want Micah and me to leave. I gave you two ultimatums. You did right by one.” They both looked down at the shiny diamond ring on her left ring finger. “Now get her to sign those papers.”
“Engaged?!” Lyric gasped. Mouth agape as she stared at her sister. “He freaking proposed?” India nodded and grabbed her wine glass off of the coffee table. “How does that make you feel?”
India scoffed and took a sip of her drink. “I don’t need therapist Lyric right now, I need big sis Lyric.”
Lyric raised an eyebrow but leaned back against the couch, studying her sister with a mix of concern and amusement. "Big sis Lyric always got you. But you need to talk about this, India. You can't just bottle it up."
India stared at her sister before taking the rest of her wine glass to the head. “I feel fucking stupid Lyric. My feelings haven't changed since the day I told him I was pregnant.” India felt the tears start to sting her eyes, but she refused to cry over this man again. “I had my whole life planned out, y’know.” India shrugged. “Then mom died and i feel like my life has gone to shit since them. I never wanted to be a baby mom, Lyric.”
Lyric’s heart ached for her sister as the weight of her words hung in the air. She could see the hurt in India’s eyes, the way she fought so hard to keep it together. Lyric’s voice softened, but she kept her tone steady, wanting India to feel heard. “Hey, stop. You’re not stupid, India,” she said, her hand brushing over her sister’s back in a comforting motion. “You didn’t ask for any of this. None of it. But it doesn’t mean you’re failing or that everything’s falling apart. What that man did was foul, and you didn’t deserve any of that.”
India finally let herself go, let herself feel everything she’d been holding back for so long. She let the tears fall freely, her body trembling with emotion as she let out a quiet sob. She didn’t care anymore. The weight of it all—the disappointment, the anger, the heartache—had been building up inside her for so long, and now it was pouring out.
Lyric didn’t say anything. She just pulled her sister into a tight hug, letting India cry into her shoulder. “I hate him.” India cried into her sister's shoulder. “I hate that he made me feel for him knowing he had a girl at home. I hate that he made me go through my entire pregnancy alone. I hate that he wasn’t the one to cut Egypt’s umbilical cord. I hate that he’s marrying her. I fucking hate him Lyric.”
Lyric held her sister tightly, the weight of her words settling into the space between them. She didn’t try to fix anything, didn’t offer any words of comfort this time. She just let India feel it all—the anger, the hurt, the betrayal—because sometimes, there was nothing else to say.
Josh sighed as he got comfortable in the guest bedroom. After her blow up earlier, Janae had decided to lock him out of their bedroom.
He grabbed his phone from beside him and immediately pulled up instagram. He went to the search menu and typed in Indias instagram handle. He made sure he was logged into his burner account before tapping on her story.
She had just posted a story about 15 minutes ago. She had a sleeping Egypt in her arms, and she had captioned it “goodnight from us ❤️”
It made his heart clinch painfully in his chest. The thought of not being around them right now was crushing.
When he met Janae 15 years ago, he thought she was the one. Nobody could deny the spark that was between the two of them, but about a year ago, that spark had died, and neither one of them wanted to admit it.
Then he had met India and she had been like a breath of fresh air. He was sure his relationship with Janae was over, which is why he pursued India. But then, everything had shifted.
Janae had come to him one night, her voice soft but serious. She had wanted to talk—really talk. They sat down, and for the first time in months, they both laid everything out. They both admitted their faults in how their relationship had broke down. Janae cried, and for the first time in a long while, Josh felt the weight of everything that had gone wrong. He realized how much he still cared about her, how deep their history ran, and how badly he wanted to try again.
And then he probably did the hardest thing he’d ever done: He told Janae about India. About how he had gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have. He confessed everything—his guilt, his feelings, the temptation he hadn’t known how to handle. And while the words came out raw and full of regret, there was no turning back. He had chosen honesty over secrecy.
“You fucked her?” Her voice came out as a whisper. He nodded, and she covered her mouth and let out a sob. She stood from the sofa and walked away from him, her sobs following her down the hallway. Their relationship has been in shambles since then, and when India called to tell him she was pregnant, Janae demanded that they get married. She had given him two ultimatums for her to stay and not take his son away from him. She had already picked out her dream engagement ring and wedding bands, so all Josh had to do was order them, but the second thing she wanted was a little harder. She wanted him to get full custody of Egypt.
At first, she had told him that she didn’t want Egypt or India around her, or Micah and Josh had to respect that, which is why he spent the first three months away from her, but then, She had came to him and told him that Egypt would be better off in a two-parent household, better off with Josh and Janae.
Once he got to India’s house though, he couldn’t go through with it. He had seen how much love India had as she looked at Egypt, and Josh thought it would be wrong to try to take Egypt away from her mom.
He couldn’t imagine ripping Egypt away from India’s arms, from the home and the love she had built for her. The bond they shared was something Josh couldn’t deny, and at that moment, it became clear to him that Egypt needed to be with her mom.
He also couldn’t deny that his feelings for India were still strong. Even after everything that had happened, the distance, the mistakes, the tension between them—it was impossible to ignore the pull he felt whenever he was around her. Watching her with Egypt, the way she nurtured and cared for their daughter, only made those feelings more undeniable.
There was a connection between them that ran deeper than just physical attraction or shared history. It was something real, something raw, that he couldn’t shake. He had tried to convince himself that the spark had faded, that his life with Janae could be enough to give him the stability and peace he craved, but every time he saw India, every time they spoke, he felt that old flame flicker to life again.
And the truth was, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep pretending it wasn’t there.
Authors Note: FUCK YOU JOSHUA! & JANAE'S TRIFLING ASS TOO!! OOOH! 😡
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