Sorry for the delay in posting the final part: both technical and personal reasons.
This is the third and final part to the Erasing Julie story. It is suggested that you first read the other two parts.
No sex in this chapter. Sorry.
Enjoy.
Erasing Julie Chapter 3: A Ghost of a Chance
Friday, April 9
"Thanks for meeting me for a farewell breakfast; my plane leaves in 4 hours." Gus said.
The City Diner waitress had just delivered a steaming hot breakfast in front of them. Gus loved City Diner omelets, and he was going to miss his favorite Anchorage haunts. But even more, he was going to miss close contact with his children.
"Dad, mom emailed me yesterday. I know that you don't want to hear about her, but she coming back to Anchorage tomorrow. She wants to see all of us," Josh handed Gus a copy of the email.
Gus glanced at the email, then, called his attorney on his cell phone. He left a message with Julie's flight information and requested that she be served as soon as she left security. He had not told the kids about Julie's Mexican adventure, and he wondered if her early return was precipitated by those events.
"Thanks, son," Gus replied handing the email back to his son.
"Daddy, what do you want us to do?" Bess asked.
"Do only one thing for me: let her know in no uncertain terms that I do not want to ever see, speak, or communicate with her. She is erased from my life, and I am moving on," said Gus emphatically.
"For you, well, she is your mother. You will likely want some type of relationship with her. I expect you to live your lives as best you can: be truthful and be respectful. I would let her know that you want the lies, deception and betrayal to stop if she wants to be in your lives. Don't ever put up with disrespectful behavior, even from your mother. Okay?"
They both nodded in agreement.
"If she has any questions about me," Gus reminded them, "have her contact my attorney, John Davis. He has an office in mid-town."
They finished their breakfast and spoke on other topics. Josh discussed his current classes and his plans for next semester. Bess talked about her new job and the wedding plans. Their conversations were subdued, however, since both children were already missing their father.
They left the diner and had one last hug in the parking lot.
"Remember, I love you both. I'll send you a mailing address once I get settled in Houston."
"We love you, Dad" they both responded.
Saturday, April 10
Julie walked slowly through the security checkpoint at the Anchorage airport and looked for Josh. Her cunt and ass were still sore and four hours in an airline seat was painful. Julie had difficulty pulling her carryon with the splints on her broken fingers. Josh had replied to her email and agreed to meet her at the airport, but she was very concerned about what the rest of the family knew about her Seattle affair. Her credit cards were declined at the Seattle airport, but her debit card was still working.
She saw Josh and waved to him. As they began to walk towards each other, a young lady intercepted her as she neared her son.
"Excuse me," she said with a smile, "are you Julie Randall?"
"Why, yes, I am"
"You've been served," she stated firmly while thrusting a large manila envelope into Julie's hands. "Have a nice day," she added before walking away.
Julie gazed at the envelope and looked up to see her son standing in front of her. He was not smiling. "Josh, what's going on?" Julie demanded.
"Dad is divorcing you," Josh replied. "Come on, let's get your luggage." Josh turned away from his mother and began walking towards the baggage claim area.
A shocked Julie followed behind him. Divorce! She had been gone less than five weeks. What's happening here? Josh's behavior was barely civil. They must know everything, she sadly realized. She didn't want a divorce. She needed Gus more than ever now.
Julie sat down near the baggage carousel and looked in the envelope as Josh waited to collect her luggage. It was a Dissolution of Marriage form, about twenty pages total. It also contained a brief handwritten note from John Davis introducing himself as Gus's attorney and asking her to call or see him as soon as possible. Shit, she thought, this is my worst nightmare.
"Okay, I have your luggage," Josh informed her. "Let's go to the car rental counters." He walked away from her pulling her luggage behind him.
"Josh, wait!" Julie called after him. "I don't need a rental car. Just take me home."
Josh stopped and placed the luggage upright. He turned to confront his mother.
"You don't get it do you?" he shouted. "You don't have a house. It's been sold. You don't have a car. It's been sold. You don't have a husband. He's divorcing you. And you don't have a family. Dad just cleaned up the mess you created when you destroyed our family." Josh was red-faced and shaking when he stopped. Julie burst into tears.
"Oh, god," she whispered, crying softly. "I've really screwed things up."
Josh calmed down as he waited a few minutes for Julie to stop crying.
"Sorry, I yelled at you, mom," Josh told her. "I've reserved a car for you and made a reservation at an extended stay hotel in mid-town. We didn't know how long you were going to be here."
"Okay," Julie responded. "Lead the way, and I'll follow." She followed him silently to the car rental counters. After renting a car for one week, Julie spoke with Josh again. "I need to talk to your father. Did you bring my iPhone?"
"Yeah, here it is. But it won't work. Dad cancelled the family plan, so you will have to get another service provider. And you can't contact dad. He's left the state, and he wants absolutely nothing to do with you at all. He was very adamant about that. Talk to his attorney."
Julie took her cell phone from her son and put it in her purse.
"Thanks," Julie said. "He's still my husband and I will talk with him."
Josh didn't reply. He just turned and walked away.
Sunday, April 11
Gus scrolled through the "Furnished Apartments for Rent" section on Houston's Craig's List. There were hundreds of listings, and the rents were cheap compared to Anchorage rates.
It had been a long journey from Anchorage to Houston . He was glad he had Sunday to rest and relax before going into work. Gus was temporarily staying at a company apartment. He would meet his new supervisor tomorrow and find out where he was assigned to work. Most of the staff worked out of the Houston office, but a few were assigned to work either on the platforms or the pipeline terminal bases on the coast. His next week would be orientation and training, and he could stay in the company apartment for up to ten days. As soon as he knew his job site he would ask around the office for recommendations for living quarters. It appeared that he would have a lot of choices.
John Davis had sent Gus a text message that Julie had been served on Saturday. That was good. She would probably see John on Monday. Gus hoped that she would just sign the papers without any fuss. From all their recorded conversations, Julie wanted to stay with Greg. So be it. I'm better off without being married to a cheating slut, Gus told himself.
Monday, April 12
Julie sat in the reception area waiting to see John Davis. She wanted to meet and apologize to her children, but both children refused to meet with her until she saw John Davis. So, here she was.
"A voice caught her attention. "Mrs. Randall? I'm John Davis, your husband's attorney," he said offering his hand to shake. After shaking hands, John led Julie to a conference room near the reception area. "Please have a seat. Would you like coffee or water?"
"No, thank you," Julie responded. "But I do want to see my husband as soon as possible."
"That will not be possible, Mrs. Randall. Your husband left specific directions with me, including a complete prohibition of any contact with you. Perhaps I can start from the beginning, and if anything is not clear when I am finished, please ask questions."
Julie nodded her agreement. What else could she do?
"Your husband had an industrial accident at his job on the North Slope a few days into his shift. He was flown to Anchorage for treatment. When Gus discovered you were not at home, your children explained the story you told them about taking accounting classes at the university. After contracting with a private investigator, your affair with Greg Peterson was uncovered and confirmed. He also discovered over two hundred saved emails between you and Greg Peterson documenting an affair over a two year period."
"Oh, god," Julie exclaimed. "He was never supposed to see those!" Tears came to her eyes, as she recalled the many unflattering comments she had made about her husband in an effort to increase the sexual tension with her lover.
"This is your copy of the PI report in an electronic format," John continued as he handed Julie a flash drive. "It contains a report, over two thousand digital images – many of them explicitly sexual – and several hours of audio recordings. You may want to provide it to your attorney. I have electronic copies of all the emails, as well, if they are needed for any court filings.
"Mrs. Randall, when I first met your husband, he was devastated. He really loved you and was devoted to you. He spent a quarter of a century working for his family and marriage. And suddenly he found that you didn't love him and didn't respect him. Perhaps you never did."
"I do love him," Julie cried in her own defense, "and I don't want a divorce."
"The two hundred thirty-seven emails and seven trips to Seattle to be with your lover tell quite a different story," John said coldly. "Perhaps we should just stick with the matters at hand. I'm sorry if I have upset you."
