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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.
