My name's Elissa Antonella Cavendish; 22, realtor, and had recently moved to Atlanta by way of a job transfer. My exploration into the Asian persuasion began as an act of revenge and it all started when I was in New York City.
A year and a half ago, I was a WAG (wife and girlfriend of a professional athlete) when I dated a now-former pro basketball player. Draymond Wade and I were students at my alma mater, the University of Michigan, though he graduated one year before me. The first few years were good when he was selected first pick draft and I had gotten my realtor's license. Things went downhill when he got injured mid-season; then came the surgery, family illness, another injury, and talks of getting traded to another franchise. While he played on the court, I worked three jobs aside from real estate. I've had always been there for him, traveled to team away games, etc.
One night, I came home from work and had noticed that Draymond left his cell phone on the living room table. His phone rang as soon as I got out of my work clothes. I then looked at the phone and found a text message with a photo attachment from another woman. He came home to our condo late the same night and I was in the mood, but he told me he was too tired. I had smelled perfume on his shirt when I had hugged him, which made me suspicious because it didn't smell like my fragrance.
The next day, I went to the gym after a very busy day at work. I had just left my yoga class when I was approached by a tall, well-built Asian man who worked at the gym. His name was Hyungsik, he was Korean-American, and lived in Brooklyn. He had short, black hair and plenty of tattoos on his body. He's very ambitious, warm, and sociable; he had two other jobs, an associate at Foot Locker and a bike messenger, when he's not working at the gym.
Hyungsik called me one day while my boyfriend was at the arena for practice; he then told me that he had seen Draymond with the same woman while at Foot Locker. That was when I started my own little investigation; I went into
Law & Order
mode when I had considered Draymond's credit card bill and checked out the receipts. I also went One of the receipts was from a hotel out of town from a week ago; the charges included room service, spa, and the bar.
I picked up his cell phone, looked at the photo of the woman, and read the text, which said:
"Can't wait to see you on Friday night ;) Dianna"
In the photo, Dianna wore some upscale lingerie and her wavy dark brown was down to her shoulders. I had noticed the charge from a lingerie shop on his credit card bill, which matched one of the receipts. I fixed myself a warm bath, changed into something comfortable underneath my bathrobe, and called Hyungsik about what I had found.
"Don't worry, I'll be coming over as soon as I get off from work." Hyungsik said with assurance.
An hour later, Draymond came home tired as usual. I had sat him down on the couch and kissed all over his face. I told him that I got a bit of a surprise for him and went into the bedroom. I came back into the living room, took his hands, and bound them with his jump rope. I then got a resistance band and bound his ankles together.
"Baby, what's going on?" Draymond asked me.
"I got a few questions I should ask you. For starters, who is Dianna?" I asked him.
"She's my physical therapist." He replied.
"Then why did your physical therapist take a lingerie selfie and sent it to your phone?" I asked as I showed him the pic on his cell phone.
"She had been keeping me company while you were at work." He answered.
"When have you two been seeing each other? Why are there is a hotel charge from last week on your bill?" I asked as showed him the credit card bill and receipts.
I listened as he explained about Dianna, the physical therapist, who happened to be a WAG because she's married to a soccer player. I then contacted one of the other pro athlete girlfriends about Dianna. She told me Dianna's marriage to her soccer player husband, which read like a script straight out of a soap opera. Cheating, money problems, injuries, abuse, and family drama, she's about a few feet from a
