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Exclusive! Vince Herbert: I’ve Had Enough Of The Lies About Tamar Braxton

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Vincent Herbert is disgusted over the ongoing lies surrounding his marriage.

New reports suggest that Vince’s wife, Tamar Braxton, continued to party in Atlanta on Saturday night after the music producer got into a nasty accident in Los Angeles. The stories led to rumors that there’s trouble in paradise and that the singer simply doesn’t care about her husband, but that’s all false.

HipHollywood spoke exclusively with Vince who broke down what really happened the night he lost control of his pickup truck while driving in Calabasas.

According to the music producer, he and Tamar were in Atlanta together, but he left one day early to get back to work. We are told the “Love & War” singer stayed behind because she had an appearance.

Vince tells us exclusively that Braxton was still at her appearance during the time of the accident, but flew back to Los Angeles after learning about the crash. We are told the singer was back in LA before the producer was released from the hospital.

Vince tells HipHollywood that he is incredibly “upset about the lies claiming she doesn’t care about me. That’s my wife.” He added, “I’m really sick of the lies. Sick of all the blogs.”

As for how the 44-year-old is feeing, he tells us he’s “in a lot of pain” but “doing well.”

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