Tashia's Happiness
This is a new take for me. It has a twist. See if you can guess. If you don't see it coming, I think I'm improving. It will be posted in "Loving Wives". As I've said, "Loving Wives" is the Big leagues. But I don't think there's enough sex in this one. Of late, there is too much B/S in "Loving Wives". Cuck shit and such. This is strictly a happy tale of two young people who overcome serious adversity. You be the judge.
Please, enjoy. Thank you.
Tashia Bledsoe opened her eyes and stretched. It had been a long, hard night, tossing and turning. Her husband's side of the bed was empty, but she knew that. It was why it had been a long, hard Thursday night. Her investigator's call had been at 8:00 p.m., and again at 11:00 p.m.. He had told her that her 'soulmate' of 5 1/2 years, one Lucius Bledsoe, had left the nightclub in Dallas, Texas, and went to the condo of a well known, big boobed bimbo blonde socialite who also was married-to some one else.
(Sorry, that was mean. Accurate, but mean.)
They weren't going to discuss the Cowboy's up-coming chances against the Eagles, of that she was sure. Her phone buzzed again at 4:37 a.m. to inform her that the infrared surveillance photos were in her cloud account at work.
Oh, yeah, work. At 29, she was the youngest junior partner at Rollins, De Claire, Blaine, and Twiller, LLC, a major St. Louis, Missouri law firm. Tashia was often told she looked like the American actress, Vanessa Curry from the Buick ad, and the "Pussycat Dolls", just a tad duskier in complexion.
Her 'husband' was an Executive Vice-President of International Finances at Missouri Federal Savings and Banking. He was her husband in name and title only, because the bastard had lied to her from before their marriage right up to his getting in the limo to take him to the airport for the 'business trip' to New Orleans.
'I always thought New Orleans was in Louisiana, not Texas,' she smirked to herself.
She didn't cry for the death of her marriage, though.
They had been married for 5 1/2 years, and when she first brought up starting a family, he shut her down. That had been over 4 1/2 years ago. No discussion, no bargaining, no explanation.
Just no.
He didn't want any. Kids, that is. He just wanted attractive arm candy for his career. And then there was the prenup. He had insisted on it, so she had taken it home to peruse it, especially when he told her not to worry about it, 'just sign it.'
Hell, she was a lawyer.
She didn't cry about that, either.
Her dad was an Appellate Court judge, and her mom was a practicing neurosurgeon. Dad said it was one-sided, favoring him. She knew that, so she hired one of the experienced family lawyers at the firm to go over it and make it more equitable. When he got it back, he barely glanced at it, hardly noticing the changes and signed it. That didn't elicit tears either.
And at no time was there any mention of 'no children.'
It was time to end this charade. The divorce papers were already drawn up. All the supporting documents, photos, videos, statements, notarized testimony, depositions, receipts, and hotel/motel records were on file and ready to be presented. 5 1/2 years worth of lies, deceit, and treachery were about to be ended. In researching her husband's activities, she discovered his vasectomy, one year before they were married.
Still, no tears-yet.
She thought about Travis Yates. A friend from junior high school, high school, and college. He had the biggest crush on her. He had proposed four times- the first in ninth grade, then at senior prom-she had giggled, and said she was only 18- the third on her 22nd birthday, just after college graduation. Again, she said she 'had to finish law school, and they were too young'- the fourth one month before Lucius had asked her. She thought she loved Lucius; she was certain she loved Travis. But it would never work. It just couldn't. He said he would love to give her children. But it could never be.
He said he would wait; there would never be another. He knew his time would come.
THIS is what made her cry. Because she truly felt she loved Travis. But it could never be. .....
Could it??
He was an engineer and worked for his father's company, Yates Construction and Engineering. A mid-level commercial building company in the St. Louis area. Travis was very good-looking. Tall, 6' 3 1/2", 240 lbs., muscular, smart, youngest of four children, the only boy. After high school, he joined the military, spent four years in the army, 101st Airborne, and got out as an E-4. He went to college and got his engineering degree.
A good man. At 29 years old, he had a bright future. But it would never work. There was too much going against them.
She sighed and pulled the trigger. She contacted the investigator in Dallas and told him to serve Lucius at the bitch's condo. 6:25 in the morning. Then she called her dad and told him what was happening. Lucius would be served that morning, as he left his love nest. Her Dad understood, and told his only child he loved her, and that he and her mother would be there for her. What he didn't mention was how overjoyed at her decision he was.
'That son-of-a-bitch. It's about time,' as he rolled over and cuddled his wife as she snored calmly.
6:32 a.m. It was time to start the rest of her life.
She rose and did her morning regimen then dressed and poured her self a coffee and left for work. She arrived a little after 8:15 a.m. and almost beat the receptionist. But Leslie was too much of a professional. As it was, she was the only other person in the office. She told Leslie to hold all her calls as she had some important 'Personal' details to handle. Leslie stared at her, wondering if this was the day. Tashia looked at her 'friend' and sighed.
"Yes, he was served this morning, in Dallas. Sheila is going for blood. And that's if he doesn't fight the divorce. If he does, it will be really ugly. Keep it to yourself, alright??" Leslie nodded and 'zipped' her lip.
Sheila Lewis was Tashia's attorney, a very respected member of the bar here, number two 'family law' attorney in Tashia's firm.
Two hours later, she received a call on her cell phone, from Dallas, Texas.
"Hello?"
"Is this Mrs. Lucius Bledsoe?"
"Yes, it is. Who is this, please?"
"Ma'am, this Deputy Sheriff Thomas Lane, with the Dallas County Sheriff's office? I'm here with Mr. Robert Smith. I believe he works with you."
A quickening of her pulse as Tashia answered.
"YES, Sheriff, Mr. Smith works for my office. He is a PI working on my behalf. What is this about?", knowing what it was about.
"Ma'am, we just served Mr. Lucius Bledsoe with divorce papers and a restraining order." He chuckled under his breath. "It didn't go well, Ma'am. He is currently booked in the Dallas County jail, which is why it took us a while to get in touch with you. I'm going to let you speak with Mr. Smith, Ma'am. I'm very sorry, Ma'am." A rustling and murmurs as the phone was passed.
"Hey, Tashia, it's me. We served Lucius at 7:18 this morning, as he and his 'friend' were leaving for breakfast. He blew a gasket, to put it mildly, and swung at the Deputy Sheriff, and his 'friend' fainted. He was arrested and the uproar outside her condo caused several people to emerge, with cell phones in hand. I'm sure her husband knows about most of the details by now. Lucius was screaming for a lawyer." Thomas was openly laughing by now, in the background.
"I suggested he call his wife."
She snickered and wiped a small tear.
