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The Last Straw
I had the proof, now all I needed was the why. It was time to confront, the son of a bitch. He had even brought his floozies into our marital bed. My bed. Where I sleep at night. Where he used to make love to me. He was either stupid or didn't care I knew. I had purchased a nanny cam and put it on my dresser. I now have hours of his infidelity on six different DVD's. I have copies, my lawyer has the originals. He's drawing up the paperwork to end our marriage.
I'm sad about that. I really loved him. If it had only been one woman, I might have been able to forgive him, but then the old adage comes to mind. Once a cheat always a cheat. It was time. I went downstairs with the DVD in hand. I pushed it into the player on top of the TV set, let it start and pressed the pause button.
"Neal, could you come here for a minute?" I shouted.
"Huh? Sure honey, whatever you need," he said as he left the den and came into the living room.
He went to kiss me, I smiled as I turned my head so he only kissed me on the cheek.
"Have a seat, dear, I have something to show you," I said sweetly.
He shrugged and sat on the couch where I had pointed. I sat about a foot away. Picking up the remote I pressed the power button for the TV. The screen lit up. I pressed the play button for the DVD player. And there was my dear, sweet husband fucking his 20-year-old secretary in our bed. I heard his gasp.
"What..." he hissed. "No, no, no, how did you get this," he shouted.
"You didn't even notice the nanny came on my dresser?" I asked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried. "I'm so sorry you have seen that...it was only that one time, I swear."
The picture changed. Betty Johnson was now bouncing up and down on his cock.
"Only once, huh?" I said. It was a rhetorical question.
"Oh god. Shut that off, please. What do you want? I promise never to do it again," he said smiling his charming smile that he wooed clients with and probably those women.
I laughed. His smile no longer worked like it used to on me. After watching these videos over and over, I was no longer in love with his cheating ass.
"Half, that's all I really want. My lawyer said I could have it all, but I only want half."
He gasped. The look on his face was priceless.
"You're divorcing me?" he asked.
"Of course I'm divorcing you. Wouldn't you divorce me if I was the one cheating and sleeping around like you are?"
"Of course, but that's different."
"Bullshit. It's no different. You're sleeping around. You're married. To me. You're a cheating bastard."
"But men are put together that way..."
"Horseshit," was all I said.
"Honey, baby, do you really want to give up, this," he said waving his hands at himself.
I laughed at him. I laughed and nodded at him.
"Do I want to give you up? Damn right. I don't want your filthy cock to touch me. You haven't even noticed that we haven't had sex for the last three months, have you?"
"We haven't?"
"No we haven't, but you have," I said pointing at the TV.
Now he was fucking my sister, her husband would be getting a copy of this part of the evidence. His shoulders slumped. His head dropped, chin on his chest.
"I'm really sorry sweetheart, I never meant to hurt you," he said softly.
"Bullshit! And you know it is. You didn't care for me at all, did you?"
His head snapped up, eyes blazing with hate. If looks could kill.
"See. If you really cared, you wouldn't be looking at me like that. And my lawyer is on his way here to serve the papers outlining our divorce. So don't you even think about touching me."
As I finished, the doorbell rang. I stood and went and opened the door. There was Michael, smiling at me. He stepped in, saw that my husband was on the couch and walked over to him. Setting his briefcase on the coffee table and opening it. He took out a sheaf of papers and handed them to my dear, sweet husband.
"You have been served. You have 30 days to respond. If you do challenge the proceedings and lose, you will not only be responsible for half of all property and cash to be turned over to your wife, but you will also be responsible for her legal fees. I suggest you just sign them and be done with this whole thing.
"You will also," Michael said, "have four hours to vacate the property which is in your wife's name. You are no longer welcome here. I have two sheriff's deputies outside to help you if you refuse." Michael handed him the notice to vacate.
"But I paid for this house. It's free and clear of any liens or mortgages. It's my house."
"Not according to the county clerk's office. The deed is in your wife's name. She is the owner of record. You have been served and you are legally bound to vacate the premises."
"Do I get to pack a bag or two?"
"Of course, you get to take your clothes and any other items that are yours, exclusively. Joint property will remain in the residence until such time as you contest or decide to sign the papers," Michael told him.
"What's to stop her from selling off the joint property?"
"I have her word to me she won't. She only wants half. If it's yours she doesn't want it. If it is joint property, you and her will have to decide who gets it or who pays who for it or to sell and split the sale price."
"You have her word? That's a good one."
"She isn't the one who broke her vows of marriage, is she?" Michael asked.
"Fuck you," my husband said rising and going to the bedroom.
Michael followed as did I.
"Well shit, you two going to watch every move I make?"
"Yes," Michael said curtly. "Or we could have the sheriff's deputies come in and they will only let you take your clothes and toilet articles. Which would you prefer?"
"Fine."
He pulled his luggage out of the closet and started to pack. It took him an hour to finish. In all, he took just what the deputies would have let him have.
"I really don't want anything else except my laptop. That belongs to my company. I also would like my computer. She has her own."
"That will fine," I said. "You can have one of the tablets also."
He just grunted and headed to the den. We watched him pack up his computer and laptop and a tablet. He carried everything out to his car.
"Do you want that car or the one you have currently. They are both in your name," Michael asked.
"I don't care, they both run nicely. And besides, I'm sure some of his sluts have been in his," I replied.
He was finally finished loading his car. He just stood there looking at me. Michael went to him with another paper.
"What now?" he squawked.
"This is a restraining order. You are to keep at least 500 feet away from your wife's house and/or her. If she is walking down the street toward you, turn around and go the other way or cross the street. You violate this order and you will go to jail. Are we clear?" Michael finally asked.
"Clear as a bell," he replied scowling at me.
I just looked at him. I was sad, sad that my marriage of 10 years was over. Over because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I just felt lucky that we had never had a child. To put a child through this would have been heartbreaking. But, he was such an asshole I still would have done this, even with a child.
Getting in his car he backed out of the driveway and headed off toward town. That's when I started to cry. I hadn't cried at all, until now. I had been too angry to cry. Now the anger was still there, but sadness and despair were stronger, so I cried. Michael put his arm around my shoulders.
"It will be all right. You will find someone," Michael said.
"I don't know if I want someone else. I don't want him, but someone else who could just turn out to be like him? No thank you."
"You will have to trust someone, sometime."
"I trust you, but you are already married."
Michael laughed as he hugged me to him. Then he let go and stepped back putting his hand out. I took it and he held it for a second or two.
"I will let you know when he signs or contests," Michael said.
"All right. See you when they are, either way," I said turning and going back into my big empty house.
On the TV the video of him fucking woman after woman was still playing. Almost four hours of video. Thirteen different women. All of them married. All of them fucking him. He was a smooth talker and could sell anything to anybody. He sure sold me a bill of goods. Now all I needed from him was half and to tell me why he was fucking other women when he had a wife that was willing and able to fuck the shit out of him. Damn that cocksucker.
Three days later I got a call from Michael to come to his office, the jerk was ready to talk about signing the documents. I'm sure he will want to negotiate some, but I knew I would be firm on what I wanted from him. Not only half but to tell me the why. For each fucking woman, he committed adultery with. The drive over to Michael's office was short. It was close by and at the time convenient for me. He was actually a good lawyer, but he was just starting out and had told me I would be his first divorce case. The only reason he took it, instead of referring me to another lawyer, was there were no children involved. I was glad for that too.
When I walked into the office, he was there, waiting. I didn't smile or frown at him. I just looked at him as I told Michael's receptionist who I was. She smiled and told me to go right in. I went into Michael's office. He looked up from some papers he had on his desk. He smiled and waved his hand at the chair on the right. He picked up the phone and talked to Joanne at the front desk.
"Yes wait five minutes then bring in Mister Casey," Michael said and hung up.
"Now, he has a few requests, just minor things that won't make any difference to you as to what you get monetary wise. He has just shifted some of the pieces around so we don't have to sell them. You get everything you want, plus a few small items you were going to sell to split. He wants you to have them outright. He also doesn't want to sell the house, even though legally it's yours. He will take for that, the collection of comic books you two were going to split and give you the house outright."
"Is that it? Why is he being so nice?" I asked.
"I don't know. Maybe we can ask him when he comes in. What do you say to his proposal?"
