There is a character in this story borrowed from "The Cheating Zone 02: Roger" and another from "The Cheating Zone 03: Lori." There is also a reference to a character and an organization from the "Revenge in Advance: The Sequel" series.
Constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is not real in any way, shape, matter or form.
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Rob Halverson sat on his couch, a broken man. That day, he appeared in court, hoping to get a fair shake in his divorce from Georgia, his wife of 10 years. But that didn't happen. It didn't matter that she had cheated on him repeatedly with multiple men the last five years. Nor did it matter that he had a signed prenuptial agreement, video, pictures and a signed statement in which Georgia admitted cheating on him.
Nothing mattered. The judge, a well-known feminist with a reputation as a rabid man-hater, threw out everything he and his attorney presented and bought all of Georgia's lies.
Even though she cheated, she claimed that Rob had run around on her with multiple women. But everything she said was a lie. The judge even bought the so-called photos Georgia and her attorney - who also happened to be her current lover - presented. She rejected out-of-hand the overwhelming evidence that the photos were fake.
So the judge gave Georgia everything. The house he had worked so hard to renovate all these years was now hers. It didn't matter that his parents gave it to him in their will before his marriage. The judge wouldn't even let him keep the furniture, much of which consisted of heirlooms passed down through generations of his family.
The judge also ordered him to pay Georgia 40 percent of his earnings even though she made much more than he did, gave Georgia half of his retirement and 70 percent of all their joint assets and ordered him to continue making payments on her brand new sports car.
All of his assets had been frozen and would remain that way until he proved that he was out of his house. He had spent all of the cash he had managed to hide over the last few months and was forced to borrow money from his close friends. He had also sold his tools, a car and all but one of his guns just to get by. He was now down to just $50. Fifty dollars to last another 30 days - the period of time the judge gave him to evacuate and clean the premises. He was clinically depressed, starving and shaking from malnutrition. His attorney objected to the order, but the judge shut him down.
"Your honor, this order is well outside the state guidelines and my client has not even been able to eat a decent meal in a month," he said. "This isn't just outrageous, it's illegal. For starters, the property belonged to my client well before his marriage and is not considered community property."
"Shut up!" the judge ordered. "Those are guidelines, nothing more. This is MY courtroom and my word is law. One more word from you about state guidelines and I'll throw you and your client in jail." She looked at Georgia, who was now deeply kissing her attorney at their table. "Will 30 days be sufficient for you two, dear?" she asked, smiling. "You'll be back from Paris by then, right?"
"Oh yes, your honor," Georgia said. "We should be back by then."
"Good," the judge said. "Court adjourned!"
Rob couldn't believe what he was hearing and felt as though he was living in a Twilight Zone episode. He almost expected to see Rod Serling in a corner somewhere.
"Don't worry, Rob," his attorney said. "I'll make some calls and see what can be done. This order is completely illegal and your wife and her attorney have clearly perjured themselves. We're not finished."
Georgia and her attorney swaggered by, arm-in-arm. Both looked down at Rob with smirks on their faces.
"I told you you should've gone along with my proposal, Rob," she said. "It wouldn't have been any fun for you to watch Eugene fuck me and you probably wouldn't have enjoyed eating his cum out of my pussy, but at least you'd have a roof over your head. I'll see you and my house when we get back from Paris. Make sure you leave it nice and clean for me." They both laughed and walked out of the courtroom.
"Hang in there, Rob," his attorney said. "We're not done yet." Rob shook his head.
"I'm done," he said. "I can't take any more. I just wished there was some way I could get justice. That's all I want."
He left the courtroom and drove his beat-up pickup back to the house. He walked in, sat down and put his head in his hands. He had loved Georgia with all of his heart for 10 years. How could she do this to him, he thought.
"Please," he whispered to the room through his tears. "Help me. Someone, please help me get justice." But he heard no answer to his plea. He turned on the television to escape the overbearing silence in the house. He noticed the channel on the television was playing a Twilight Zone marathon. How ironic, he thought.
He went to his office and looked at the strange portrait on the wall. It was something his grandfather had and it had been passed down first to his father and then to him. It was an oil painting of an ancient goddess of justice holding a two-edge sword while crushing a snake under her feet. There were other characters below her, all of whom appeared to be enduring one form of ancient punishment or another. He had no idea who painted the picture nor did he understand all the symbolism. All he knew is that it was something his grandfather had treasured.
He grabbed the one gun he had left out of his desk. It was a .38 caliber handgun and it had one bullet remaining. That's all he would need. Screw Georgia. Screw the judge. Screw them all. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed his last beer, leaving the large white box completely empty. He slowly ambled back to the couch, sat down and popped the can open.
He took a long swallow of the beer and set the can on the coffee table. He picked up the gun and looked it over.
So this is how it all ends, he thought. After 10 years of hard work and marriage, doing everything he could to keep his wife happy, this is how it ends. He had been faithful, stuck to his job, bought his wife whatever she wanted, even if it meant he had to cut back. And this is the thanks he would get.
He took a couple last deep breaths and looked around the room one last time. He put the barrel in his mouth, offered one last prayer of hope and pulled the trigger.
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Georgia, meanwhile, was on her knees, naked, sucking Eugene Roy's cock. He wasn't just her lover and her boss at the law firm where she worked. He was also her attorney and co-conspirator. They had planned this for months. Yes, she wanted the house that Rob's parents had given to him in their will, but she wanted more than that - much more.
The house sat on 150 acres of prime land, land that a survey company said could produce enough oil to keep them, now her, very well off for the rest of her life. The house itself was valuable as a historic landmark and some of the old furniture and artwork would net her a considerable amount of money, but she didn't care about that.
All she wanted was the royalties from the oil on the land that had been in Rob's family for over 150 years. Rob had known about the oil for years. Oil companies had been trying to lease part of the land for a long time, but the family balked. Rob was open to the idea of letting them drill, but was concerned about the environmental impact the drilling might have.
Georgia had no such concerns. The promise of life-long riches easily overrode any concerns about the environment.
Additionally, she wanted the freedom to do as she pleased and fuck whomever she wanted. She didn't care that Rob toiled every spare hour on the old house and she certainly didn't care about any of the heirlooms in the old building.
She also didn't care about the meticulously-maintained gardens that covered the estate. So what if generations of Rob's family was buried on the land. By the time the oil company was finished drilling, the place would look like a reddish alien landscape, devoid of any life. But she'd be rich beyond her wildest dreams.
