A fictional tale, written in UK English
"Get out, I fucking hate you, you nasty cunt."
Those were the last words I spoke to my wife, Cindy, the woman I'd adored for 7 years, before meeting her briefly at the divorce court several months later. That was another conversation, more of that later.
I'd never expected this would happen to us; we seemed set for life. Seven years isn't that long in reality but we appeared a perfect couple, I never doubted her faithfulness, right up until the moment I realised what a complete fool I'd been. Her fucked an actor blatantly whilst we were all at an awards ceremony in Cannes, South of France.
She worked in a high-profile agency that represented some A list actors. There my friends, lay the road to her temptation and our destruction as a married couple.
Why they had been dumb enough to invite me along for this jolly in the Mediterranean sunshine is beyond me, they had obviously just felt so entitled that they assumed I'd roll over to what was presented to me. Wrong.
I won't name the predatory piece of pond scum who seduced her and made her his slut.
Why? Because certain people have paid me very well to sit on their secret, to protect him, to have her out of my life with only financial gain, no alimony, she has signed away all rights to all of our joint assets and I assume is being compensated either by the scumbag or her employers at the agency. I don't care if she starves to death the treacherous cunt.
I've got to mention him to tell this tale, but I'll call him Tim. Do you know any famous actors called "Tim"? No, me neither, so Tim it is. Apologies to minor Tims who may be offended by my lack of recognition,
A mere five million payoff for me to sign a non-disclosure agreement plus being rid of her and at no cost in terms of our assets, seemed like good business. Yes, there was a personal cost but 5 million reasons to be pragmatic.
I was already financially well-heeled but that amount of money, discretely paid off-shore was just too much to resist given I was definitely throwing her out even If I'd had to pay over half of our assets to her to be rid of her.
Me? I'm Jeff, Jeff Smithers and I'm a very angry soon to be single man, although I didn't know it yet, as this tale begins, still part of Jeff & Cindy. What I hate is being played for a fool and how I had been.
I'm the owner of my consultancy business and it's been a labour of love, I have built it from scratch over a decade, it is doing well and has funded most of what pays for Cindy & my lifestyle. I had the foresight to make sure she signed a prenup keeping it out of our community property as a couple, thank God for that, albeit she's have had to sign away that too.
I've a good client base and lots of recurring business with large companies. My future in that respect is secure.
So, the problem then, the lovely Cindy. Yes, she was lovely, owned my heart so completely, I had thought we were a golden couple, instead she cheated on me with someone probably because he is famous. What a fucking cliché.
Cindy was and is beautiful, I thought she was beautiful inside and out but how wrong a fool in love can be. We were both 29, seven years married 2 years dating before that. She had been at the agency for 8 years, she had progressed to the extent that she was now heavily involved with some of the largest clients -- none more so than Tim, obviously.
If I hadn't been so in love and trusting in her, there were signs I might have picked up on. When she was told she would be dealing at least part-time with Tim as a client she was incredibly excited, she had told me how honoured she felt, how handsome he is and what a really nice down to earth guy he is. All the signs of infatuation but because I trusted her with my life, I was too blind to see any danger.
She had been asked to travel with him as he toured the TV networks to publicise his latest movie. She was excited and I didn´t want to try to ruin things for her by protesting her quite long absences, a week here, 10 days there, even a trip around major European capitals doing the circuit, London Berlin, Rome, Madrid and of course Paris. That was an 18 day junket, but I was happy for her, if anyone loved her job it was Cindy, getting to mix with some very famous names. I hadn't a clue that my marriage was about to collapse.
A few months later, she was still buzzing with the excitement of the travel and the stars and came home to me one night with big news.
"Jeff, I got really exciting news today, Tim's film has been nominated for an award at the Cannes Film Festival, I'll be part of the group going, I'm really excited to be part of it and I'll be at the awards ceremony, my agency is even giving me a big budget to get some evening gowns for the ceremony and parties."
Her face dropped a little when my response was muted. I thought I'd been fair about the time she'd already travelled for the publicity tour. I'd just said a rather non-committal, "Oh."
"What's wrong Jeff? I thought you would be happy for me getting this opportunity." she was a little downbeat, but nothing was really going to rain on her parade.
"Cindy, it's just that I really missed you when you did the publicity tour, I hate being apart from you and that was several weeks over 3 months, "however of course I know you have to go and more than that, I know you really want to."
I let that hang in the air before adding, "I just hope that after this you will find some time for your husband." Cindy looked a bit hurt by that; she was going to protest but didn't.
The fact that she said nothing in protest gave me my first slight jolt that something more might be happening than I thought. That didn't last because she amazed me the next day by calling me to let me know that the agency would pay for me to travel with the group in gratitude with the amount of time I'd "allowed" her to be away from home over many months.
She said it would mean two weeks away, everything first class and all free to me if could I take the time away from my business and I quickly agreed to do it. A free trip to France, I wasn't passing that up, I made a few date changes made some plans to work remotely with some clients and cleared the necessary space.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have happily stayed at home, but then I would still have thought I had a faithful wife. Every cloud has a silver lining even if it seems like a shit sandwich at the time.
And so off to France we went to the beautiful town of Cannes on the French Riviera, down the coast from Monaco & the big city of that area Nice. The festival usually occurs in May and lasts 11 or 12 days, we were lodged in an upscale 5 star hotel with a suite overlooking the famous Plage du Midi where the famous, especially beautiful female actors are photographed against the backdrop of the Bay of Cannes.
I knew Cindy would be involved with the group, maximising the publicity and, as the best looking female in the group, including a well-known actress, she would be part-time eye-candy in the press photos. I had work I could complete online but much of the time was really vacation time for me entertaining myself.
The time I spent with Cindy was minimal but I wasn't in any way concerned, I assume that all the cooing she did over her involvement with Tim was awe at being with such a famous guy, but ultimately her job.
My first moment of real concern was when she came back to the suite to change for what was to be an afternoon of publicity shots on the beach, effectively she was decoration for the main player the actors. We'd been there for 5 days and there had been nothing out of the ordinary.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a bikini, well I say a bikini, the reality was it was like a few bits of connecting dental floss and covered almost nothing, she was showing almost all of her nice sized C cup tits, completely all of her ass as there was just the small string tucked away between her ass cheeks, and the only thing covering her pussy was a small piece of material that showed a prominent camel-toe. The material was partially but not quite transparent but very obviously if it got wet it would show everything she had to offer.
I was shocked, I'd never seen it before. "What the fuck is that Cindy, you aren't going out in public wearing that surely?" I said in surprise, "where did you get that?"
"It's a present from Tim, he said it would make the press photos hot, it's part of my job here Jeff, please don't make it something it's not." She at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed but made no sign of changing.
"Fuck Cindy, I don't want half of France and even less so do I want our friends at home to see you dressed like that, you look like a porn actress or a prostitute" I'd said before I'd really thought and she grabbed a wrap and left in a fury at my words.
I decided to leave her to it, got on with some work and ordered a light lunch through room service. Our suite had a small terrace overlooking the Plage du Midi so that's where I took my lunch and noticed Cindy and her party posing happily for dozens of photographers, professional and opportunist amateurs alike.
From the 30 or so metres from our terrace she almost looked nude. She also never seemed to stray more than a few feet from Tim.
I noticed several times his arm circling her waist but it was uncomfortable to watch but not a definite sign of anything untoward. I kept watching and when the posing finished a few including Cindy and Tim headed to the sea whilst others drifted back to the hotel.
It wasn't far from the promenade to the sea so it was easy to keep an eye on things from my viewpoint. Again, nothing very obviously wrong but eventually, after they'd been in the sea, I saw her walking back up the beach, his arm around her waist the whole way.
