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It has recently come to my attention that my wife, Anne thinks me either incredibly naïve or just tremendously stupid. I knew that she had been stepping out on me for over the last six months. I even know her lover's name, where he works, and where he lives.
You see, she had just given me that phone call that every husband dreads. It was the simple, "Honey, we have to talk, We need to talk as soon as you get back from you trip." Her timing was great. It was early in the business day, and since I had already wound up my contract negotiations I had some time to execute a plan I had in place for just this day. I decided to stay in Philly an extra two days just to have an alibi for some things I had arranged to happen when this day arrived, as I knew it someday would. I had lots of things to do to keep me occupied anyway.
Since, I already knew the bitch was cheating on me. I had had a meeting with my business attorney months ago. He listened politely to my story and straightforwardly told me that what I really needed was a divorce lawyer and gave me a referral to one with officers in same building named Dana Willowsby. As it turned out Dana was also a divorcee, and a damned attractive one at that!
Dana asked me why I thought that Anne was cheating. I told her about finding a discarded birth control wrapper on the floor next to the trash basket in the master bath. Birth control pills are not the usual compliment for a couple when the male partner had a vasectomy over 10 years before. Then, although not so conclusive was the fact that our sex life had seriously lagged since last March. At the time I suspected something was wrong, but didn't know for sure until I found that wrapper.
Dana let me know this was going to be messy unless we could find some leverage to force Anne to accept reasonable terms. She then referred me to a private investigator.
I met with him and included pictures of my wife, our address, her work address, and a description of her car and her state tag numbers. I also filled them in on a lot of her life style information and daily habits. I wrote down the times of day she did this and that. I also remembered her gym appointments and the name of her personal trainer.
Well with everything already in place all I needed to do was make a couple of phone calls. The first call was to Dana. She set several other wheels in motion. Dana's first was to her private investigator. The private investigator had already spent a great deal of his time and my money fully documenting Anne's adultery. He had collected and assembled an album of photos and audio DVDs. His role now was to have a number of envelopes containing the evidence delivered around the city, envelopes crammed full of pictures of Anne and her lover at sex. There was also a DVD showing them in action with full audio, in full stereo too.
The first one went to Anne's parents. They would be crushed. That no longer mattered to me. I had been crushed too and it was now payback time. I was sad to have to hurt them, but it was a way to dim their view of their daughter. They had always treated me quite well.
The second went to her boss. The company where Anne worked was contracted to the U.S. Government doing highly classified software development. That seriously meant her job was toast, as was her security clearance.
The third envelop went to our pastor just to ensure he was aware of her real moral state. I'm sure he would be open and forgiving, cause that's what pastor's do, no problem. Just as a kicker I also knew that the church secretary would open the envelope before passing it to pastor. She was such a gossip it would be all over the congregation if not all over town, in just a few hours.
Her siblings each all got envelops too. No big deal there though, I just wanted them to know how much Anne had she'd hurt me. She would not be able to go to them and lie about me.
Anne, of course got personally served the main envelope. Her copy had the notarized and signed copy of the divorce petition. Anne's envelope also contained all the pictures that everyone else had gotten, and a DVD of her trysts with her lover. But the real topper was a second DVD also showing her boyfriend in action with seven other women he was fucking while doing her. All the video tracks were nicely stamped with date and time so she could see for herself that her lover's dick had just barely dried from her pussy juice before he was mounting the next and professing his undying lover to her as well with his big fat cock.
On advice of councilor, I had my accounting clerk go back and create new pay records for me and readjust corporate earnings too, just in case she did decide to put up a fight, We could present these cooked books to show that we were living from hand to mouth. Being able to produce these documents on such short notice would give credence to the accuracy of the books. Besides, books presented for divorce evidence are only very seldom audited.
My full earnings and company profits were safely set aside in dummy accounts with other banks. The same applied to all my other forms of wealth as well. My stocks, bonds, notes, and real estate were nicely put out of Anne's, or her attorney's reach.
I made a few other calls from Philadelphia as well. The first few were to our credit card companies. I paid each balance in full with electronic transfers and cancelled the cards. Anne's car was also a lease. I cancelled the lease and the car insurance as well. Unfortunately the lease didn't run until the end of the month so I was stuck with that, but it was OK in any case, her fuel card was now void too.
