Dave

Welcome to part two of this tale. I must confess that I had never intended a part two. Several of my readers complained long and loud that I was of questionable parentage at not having finished the story. There was no "The End." Shame yes, wrong no. So here is part 2 of 3 of what might or not be a true story. They say truth is stranger than fiction. You figure it out. FYI, no sex in this one, so if that's your thing just standby for part 3.

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Yes, my wife Diane had cheated on me! Not only had she cheated, she did it blatantly, with malice, right under my nose and challenged me to do something about it. Well, I did. I packed my shit and left while she was still busy entertaining Mr. Wonderful Big Cock.

Well, it's been three days now since Diane had her little fling. She made her choice. She decided that one little fling with one of her work buddies was worth more to her than our marriage. I warned her repeatedly, "Don't do it."

Even before we tied the knot, we swore to one another that our relationship with one another had to be totally sacred and monogamous for it to have any real meaning. Now she's decided that she hadn't had enough flings in her life to settle down with one man. Besides, as I found out from her bestie Angie, the guy she was going to date was "hung like a horse." Maybe Diane thought I was not man enough for her or she wanted to try becoming a size queen I guess I'll never know.

I warned her, at least three times from when she announced that she wanted her fling to when she went out the door. She explained to me it was "just sex" and she just had to get it out of her system. I hope she succeeded. She claimed she loved only me. Bull!

All I know is that when she came home, I wasn't there. Even though my cell phone and wedding rings still were, I was not, and would never be again. She had been warned, I would not stand for her tearing up our wedding vows. She apparently didn't take me seriously enough.

I knew she was having dinner and fucking her new lover as I drove away from our home, away from our life together. I drove aimlessly around for nearly an hour before I stopped at a package store and provisioned myself for the night to come. Maybe a bottle of liquid anesthesia was just what I needed. I finally stopped at a motel not too far from my old house and took a room for a week. I figured it would take that time to find something a bit more permanent. The hostel of choice turned out to be an older one and had a restaurant next door.

As I was sitting there contemplating the greasy burger and soggy fries that had been set before me by a middle aged bored waitress I started to plan the final chapter of my life with Diane. If the bitch has so little regard for our marriage and so little regard for humiliating me, there was no hope in any case. As I stared into the tepid coffee set before me, I realized I still, despite this, I still loved her even if she didn't love me. She couldn't, not after what she had done to me, done to us. I had pleaded with her a couple of times and she still went out, she chose that creep over me.

Monday morning came in an alcohol soaked sunrise after a second sleepless night. First order of business was to call my office and request a week off. After explaining the situation to both my admin assistant (who is a good friend as well) and my boss, I had another cup of really, really, bad, bad coffee and headed to our bank. I drew out only half of savings, cashed all our bonds putting exactly one-half back into what is now her savings account, drained my half of our check book and created a new checking account in my name only. While waiting for the bank to do its thing, I called my buddy Ted.

The conversation was short and to the point. Ted, having just finished his own divorce for similar reasons recommended an attorney. I called and set the appointment for that afternoon. Ted told me that the lawyer he suggested was a real shark and could probably strip Diane of everything including her dignity, if I wanted to go that far. I thought about that for maybe a microsecond and came to the conclusion that it no longer mattered, I no longer loved her but rejected hurting her more than what it might take for me to regain my dignity.

I am guessing at this point Diane had discovered that my cell is next to my wedding ring and will not work very well locating me. I know she'll call Carri, my admin assistant. I had asked Carri to inform my wife that I did not wish to communicate with her in any format. She had ignored my three-word warning and now came the consequences. A quick call back to the office I confirmed with Carri that Diane had been calling since the office had opened. Carri let me know that she did not give my new address nor my new cell number, but only that I had taken a leave and couldn't be reached.

I began a search for better digs, since hotel rooms are seriously expensive, long term. I found a couple of apartment candidates not too far from work and set appointments to see them tomorrow. It was by then time to get to the lawyer's office.

Made it there with time to spare! We first discussed the divorce action itself and if I really was truly serious and not just being hot-headed and over-reacting out of adrenalin. I told her that I had warned Diane and she had intentionally set out to humiliate me and violate our marriage vows. End of story as far as I was concerned. The second issue was to be how quickly I wanted this handled and if I wanted her to hire a detective to gather more evidence. I retold her that what had happened, and how it happened and that was sufficient for me, no investigation was needed. I just wanted out. Ms. Medford told me if I paid a premium, she could have the request for Writ of Dissolution of Marriage delivered to my wife's place of work before close of business tomorrow. Hot Shit! That was exactly what I wanted. The actual court appearance and divorce proceeding would take longer.

Day four. I actually went to work even though I was officially on leave. I only went just to busy my brain with other matters. I waded through a huge pile of papers needing signature as a distraction. About noon I told Carri I was heading out to look at a couple of apartments that I had set appointments to see. Carri begged me to talk with Diane since she hadn't been able to get her own job done due to the calls she was getting from her. Diane was calling my office about every ten minutes. It was driving Carri crazy, and frankly, she didn't want to get involved in my marital dispute. She was right of course. She said that I had over 150 e-mails stacked up in que, and if I would answer or delete them she would appreciate it. As my administrator, she was responsible for them as well, knowing they were from Diane I had to do something about unclogging the office server. I had no idea how Diane was getting her own job done, and frankly I didn't give much a damn anyway.

I headed to Marshall Arms, a small condo place, about a mile from my office and was greeted by Lucy Portage. Lucy was a middle-aged lady with long curly grey hair. She was obviously a professional property manager. She politely showed me the unit and I thanked her and telling her I would consider her condo fairly. I didn't really think I was totally convinced that buying another property would fly with the bank since I still owned a house on the other side of town. That issue wouldn't be resolved until the divorce was final.

I then headed over to the Downtown Courts. It was a posher place with a reputation of being the place where the "available" hung out. That was a minus in my book, but even though the rent was a bit higher, it was rental and a lease was an option, not a home purchase. This sounded a bit more like I had in mind and the place could be furnished for just a bit higher rent.

Then like a f____ing bolt from the blue who would walk up to me but Angie? You know, the same Angie who persuaded by wife to fuck another guy just for the fun of it. The Angie who had totally destroyed all that I had, and all that I had believed in. The woman who helped destroy my marriage. Now this bitch has the nerve to just walk up to me to greet me and ask how I was doing. I swallowed my tongue to keep from publicly smacking this whore up to the side of her head. Then she asked me if I might be interested in dating her once my divorce is final since she didn't make a practice of dating married men. She even had the nerve to stroke my forearm in a slow sexual invitation. I asked her if she lived here since that was to have an enormous impact on my decision to rent here or not. Luckily, she said not, that she was visiting her sister who was going to move back home soon due to her own collapsed marriage. Coincidence?

As I was signing my new lease, my phone went off. It was my lawyer letting know that the writ had been served and that Diane had signed receipt acknowledgement. The first court hearing was to be held in a month due to court schedules.

I was on the road to freedom, freedom from being a cuckold and the humiliation of being the husband of a woman who wanted her fun and held that in more esteem than her marriage. I was ecstatic. To be totally honest, I still loved her, I still do. Bottom line, I am a man and will not be made a fool nor a cuckold.

The next day I was back at the lawyer's office. A new one this time. I coolly explained to him my situation, passed on to him all the information I had on what was going on at my wife's law firm and the names of people I knew that had knowledge of what was going on with this lothario. As serendipity would have it, he was also representing another husband who has a divorce case pending with the same bastard as correspondent to alienation of affections. They are also filing the firm for failure to enforce their internal policies of fraternization. the same person for the same reason. He stated that for a much lower fee, he would add my name to the complainants list. That would of course mean that this asshole and my wife would be losing their jobs and I would also be entitled to a share of the settlement. Now that another plaintiff had been added the odds of getting a negotiated settlement went up enormously.

As it turned out, the courtroom for our first hearing was incredibly different from what you see on TV. The judge was sitting at a desk, not some tower of justice, and the bailiff and clerk were at simple tables right and left of the judge. As for us, we were at simple Formica topped tables with simple office chairs. The entire thing was a farce. My lawyer stood and asked for dissolution of the marriage. He asked for the court to consider reconciliation through counseling. Her attorney won. I guess that is what happens when the judge is a woman. The court ordered three sessions.

Then the strangest thing ever occurred. Diane whispered something in her mouth piece's ear and he rose to address the court. He simply stated that if granted a single session between the plaintiff and the defendant, under the eyes of a friend of the court, she would agree to the divorce. My jaw hung open, I think it actually hit the floor. The judge set a date, and it was agreed to meet at her lawyer's office conference room on Friday at 1 pm.

I was there a bit early. I was surprised to see the Diane had also arrived even earlier. It took just one glance at her to see she was still as haughty and arrogant about this entire episode as she had been before she threw our marriage in the garbage. I guess she thought I would still come around and withdraw the petition for divorce. She just simply stated that it was not her fault. I was punishing her for nothing. She had now lost her job and was blackballed at every legal office in town, and lost her lover too since he blamed her for his losing his job at the same time. He was now nowhere to be found.

Her parents and her pastor also had been informed of the divorce and its reason. Her mom and dad were to say the least not happy campers. Even Angie avoided her not too. As soon as the CEO found out her role in the lawsuit she was gone in a flash. I guess he was not too fond of his law losing some of its reputation for integrity and of course the money for the settlement.

I was certainly glad for it though. It paid for my legal team and left me with six figures in the bank.

I gave her the ten minutes she had asked for, and when it was over I gave her the three big words she had earned. I simply looked her in the eye and calmly said "I loved you." I got the signature I needed. Then I was gone.

Three months later, I met Susan. But that's another story.