A/N - Hello all. So 'Sweetest of Hearts' was a five-part story I posted in the 'Incest/Taboo' category. However, during the story, I mentioned a relationship between the father and a woman named Melissa more than once. I won't give away too much regarding the relationship, but I'm considering this an 'Alternative Reality' story compared to what happened in the original 'Sweetest of Hearts' story. (The father and daughters ended up in a relationship, spending their lives together. That won't happen in this story.)
Like my introduction to the original 'Sweetest of Hearts', divorce rules in Australia are rather different to other areas in the world, so though it's set in my homeland as always, I've completely ignored the rules and pretty much made it all up for entertainment purposes. Check reality at the door regarding the divorce process if you're a fellow Australian.
For anyone who did read that story, this will be different in regards to the relationship between the two characters. I didn't just want to do a re-skin of that story. Unlike most other 'Romance' stories I've written, there are a couple of detailed sex scenes.
Usual caveats. Written in Word. Spelling is usually on point. Grammar can be ropey in places. Editing is done by the author but I'll still miss little things. I'm not perfect.
Note that some parts of Chapter One from the original 'Sweetest of Hearts' will be re-adapted for part of this story.
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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Melissa
The first time Mark walked through my office door, I knew I was looking at a man who'd had his heart ripped out. Men usually carry themselves in a certain manner, and Mark looked like the sort of man who'd had his soul crushed and everything he'd once believed true was now a lie. I'll be honest, I rarely represented men in divorce cases. A purely personal thing as my husband had cheated on me with my best friend for five years. Walking into the bedroom I'd shared with him to find them together in the marital bed pretty much crushed my heart into a little black ball. My opinion of the male side of the human race couldn't have been lower after that. I trusted very few men after that.
One man I did trust was Bill. He was a good man, a fellow lawyer, and someone worthy of my respect. A loving and loyal husband to his wife, and one of the few men I trusted without reservation. When he sat me down one morning and explained the situation his best friend was facing, for the first time in a long time, I felt a wave of sympathy for my fellow man.
"He doesn't deserve what he's going through, Melissa. He loved and adored his wife, never giving another woman so much as a passing glance, and he'll do anything for those two daughters he's practically raised by himself for the past decade. I want to ensure he'd protected and has someone fighting his corner when the inevitable happens. I want to see him come out on top in the divorce."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Speak to him first. Let him know someone cares, that he's going to have someone to support him. You know what it's like for men in a lot of divorces, particularly when it comes to custody. I swear, if they take his girls, Melissa, it will end him. Meet with him and ask about his daughters. They're the only thing that bring light to his eyes at the moment. I want to prevent him becoming a bitter old man who thinks the entire world is against him."
"When can he come in to see me?"
"Whenever you can meet him."
"Ask him to come in tomorrow morning. I'll assess his case and see what I can do."
Rising from my chair when Mark walked in, I managed a tight smile as he met my eyes. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes I'd seen on a man in my life. They were so gorgeous, it actually made my heart flutter. But though his eyes were gorgeous, there was little of that zest for life. He was frowning and he looked utterly miserable. The weight of the world appeared to be on his shoulders.
Offering from my hand, I introduced myself. "I'm Melissa Bonny, but you can call me Mel or Melissa. And you're Mark, right?"
"I'm Mark. Thanks for meeting with me, Melissa."
"Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?"
"Got any liquor?" he asked, completely deadpan, before he quickly added, "I'm joking. A coffee would be grand."
"Emily?" My secretary stuck her head through the door. "Can you get us two coffees please? How do you take it, Mark?"
"Black, one sugar."
Gesturing to one of the chairs opposite my own, I sat down and appraised the man for a moment. I already had his details, but words on a piece of paper didn't tell me the whole story. He was clearly fit, as in he exercised regularly and likely had a good diet. He had what I'd call designer stubble. His hair was rather short but long enough to be combed. But those eyes were something else. They were rather distracting, to be honest.
Emily walked in with two coffees, placing them down, Mark politely thanking her, before she disappeared through the door, closing it behind her. He sipped at his drink, looking rather thoughtful for a moment, before he met my eyes. "I didn't expect you to meet with me," he stated.
"Why is that?"
"Bill was honest and admitted you generally didn't represent men in divorce cases."
"He was right."
"Then why represent me?"
"Because I've reviewed the facts of the case and the evidence discovered to prove your wife is committing adultery."
He lowered the mug onto the table and leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk, one in a fist, the other folded around it. "Melissa, I will say only one thing. I won't have my daughters taken away from me. I don't give a fuck about anything else, but I will not lose my daughters to her. I've raised those kids practically by myself since the day she went back to work. They love and adore me as much as I love and adore them. I will not live the next however many years being a weekend father. If you can't guarantee me that I will get custody of my daughters, I won't waste any more of your time."
I had to sit there in silence for a second. I'd heard plenty of men and women talk about getting custody before. But I heard in his tone a firmness that suggested he'd go to war, fight the entire world, to ensure his daughters remained with him. When I met his eyes, his glare was almost off-putting. Despite all the hurt he was no doubt feeling, I knew in that moment that he was enduring everything else, particularly the infidelity of his wife, simply for those two girls.
Leaning forward, I had to stop myself from reaching across the desk to take one of his hands. I glanced at his forearms and saw the muscles. Moving up towards his biceps, there was no missing the strength and power in his arms. His jaw was set and despite the weight on his shoulders, there was no missing the man was also angry. Not just angry, he was almost apoplectic with fury, a volcano ready to explode.
But it was obvious the anger was due to his love for his wife being thrown back in his face, and the idea that he'd lose his daughters was enough for most men to lose their shit. But I'd never seen such anger before. Having read his file, though, I could understand. No man would tolerate their wife cheating on them. But Mark was enduring for the moment because he knew the chances of him getting custody was so low.
Even I could admit that family courts were entirely unfair towards men and fathers. Too many deadbeat mothers were awarded custody of children when they should have been given to their fathers instead.
"I want to help you, Mark," I said softly, "I have your file, but please, tell me everything."
The anger dissipated almost as quickly as it formed, and I watched this obviously strong willed man slowly fall apart across the desk from me. Without even thinking, I was up and around the desk, taking the available chair next to him, reaching across to take his hand. He didn't sob or start to blub. He let his emotions flow for a few seconds before he took a few deep breaths to control himself, watching him close his eyes and regain himself.
