JANUARY 8TH
Cassie sat in her lawyer's office. She was patiently waiting as he scanned a copy of her prenuptial agreement.
"I'm afraid that there's just not a lot to work with here, Cassie," he calmly said upon finishing his review. "It's a fairly ironclad agreement."
"So, if I get a divorce," she started to say.
"Well," he answered, anticipating her question. "You would be entitled to probably some cash and your car, all of your personal belongings, jewelry, clothing, things of that nature, but, there would be no huge settlement. He would probably get the house; you wouldn't get alimony, and, of course, there would be no child support, seeing as how you have no children."
"No alimony, at all?" Cassie replied.
"Never say never, but doubtful," the attorney replied. "Your husband is in his mid-40's, and you're, I'm guessing, much younger."
"28," Cassie interjected while smiling.
"28," the attorney repeated, "Most of the time the courts will assume that, rightly or wrongly, you are simply a gold-digger. You will be viewed as someone who is about to get on with her life, someone who hasn't been harmed by the marriage, financially at least. You're still young enough to have your own career or, though you're probably not thinking about it now, get married again."
Seeing her disappointment, he continued, "We could probably get a few months support, or maybe if there is a vocation that you wish to train for or a college degree that you want to earn, we could ask for that. I believe most courts would see that as reasonable."
Cassie looked up at the lawyer and gave a sweet smile while answering, "Thanks so much for looking over this, sir, I'll get back to you if I decide to do anything. I'm just not sure it's worth leaving the marriage with so little. I was hoping for a 50/50 split which would give me a place to live and monthly payments while I decide what to do with the rest of my life."
The reply was professional yet sympathetic, "I understand, but leaving a marriage out of boredom simply isn't going to get you much in the court's eyes. Now, if you had proof that he had abused you, cheated on you or had abandoned you, well, that would be different. Any of those things would void your agreement. Truly, that's the best thing about your prenuptial agreement, Cassie; most of these don't contain a 'No Adultery' clause."
"I know," Cassie answered while leaving the office, "But he hasn't done any of that. He works late; he plays golf; that's it. We've just fallen into a cycle that's boring. I want to travel, to do things, and he just wants to go through daily, mundane life, and, about once a month, make love to me."
The lawyer found that incredibly hard to believe; he knew that if he had a 28 year old wife who looked like that, well, he would want sex every night that she would let him.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but unless you can prove one of those things to a judge or mediator, your agreement will stand," he replied.
As Cassie drove home, those words kept echoing in her mind, "Prove it to a judge; prove it to a judge; prove it to a judge."
Suddenly, she had an epiphany; he didn't have to have actually cheated on her; she only needed to have proof that he had. Actually, she only needed to get enough items to show a judge so that it would appear that he had been unfaithful. She knew that she felt like a bitch, but better to be a bitch and get on with her life than be stuck in this marriage, and, if she was going to be a bitch, might as well be a real bitch and get as much as she can out of the marriage.
She went home and looked at her calendar. It was January 8th. They had made love, if you could call it that, on New Year's Eve; granted, it was more of a quickie since they had been out and come home late, but, regardless, he had been sexually relieved. As she scanned ahead on the calendar, her eyes stopped on Valentine's Day. That was perfect. That would be about five weeks out, and she had noticed that after three to four weeks, her hubby began to get both needy and frisky. Sometimes she would let him have sex with her right away, mainly to get it over with, but other times she would delay letting him have her, really just to play with him. She would make sure they had house guests or schedule a weekend away with friends or just act tired. She knew that she could get him to February 14th without relief easily and that he would be putty in her hands that day.
She then began putting her plans into effect. The first part was easy. Some insurance documents had recently come that needed his signature. She hid them away and, after having an attorney prepare a petition for divorce and request for immediate arbitration form, waited a few days until he was running late one morning.
As he was hurrying to his car, Cassie was waiting for him by the door.
"Sweetie, please sign those insurance forms before you leave," she said, waving toward the table, "I'm supposed to drop them by the agent's office today."
He glanced at the kitchen table and saw that Cassie had laid out the forms on the table and highlighted each signature spot. He looked back at Cassie as she handed him a pen. Without thinking, he grabbed the pen and signed the five or six forms without looking at more than the actual insurance forms on top. He then hustled out the door to his car as Cassie smiled and walked over to the forms. She pulled out the bottom forms which were the ones for her divorce attorney, quickly added her signature. Later that day, those agreements were delivered to her lawyer's office who assured Cassie that he would handle everything.
Sure enough, she noticed around the first week of February, that hubby was starting to want sex. He watched her a little closer when she was changing clothes in the mornings and in the evenings, and he began paying a little more attention to her when he got home from work, rather than just eating dinner, watching television and going to sleep.
She stilled needed a week though, so her diversion tactics were used. One night, she was already sleeping when he got home; another she simply remained in the home office until he fell asleep. She was also very careful not to be seen nude or dressing as that could really get him going. She was only seen around the house in oversized, baggy clothing. Finally, Valentine's Day was upon them, and she was ready (he was too; he just didn't know it)
VALENTINE'S DAY
She pretended to stay sleeping as he got up, got dressed, and went to work.
"He actually forgot Valentine's Day," she thought to herself, "I'm so glad I'll be out of this marriage soon."
As soon as she heard his car take pull away, she jumped up and began moving full speed. She pulled some boxes inside that she had been hiding in the garage, and she retrieved his luggage. Over the next couple of hours, she packed up everything in the home that was exclusively his. This included his clothes, his computer, his photos, books, stereo, cd's, etc. She smiled as she packed because she knew that she would be keeping everything else.
Around noon, her phone finally rang. It was her dear husband, inviting her to dinner that evening for Valentine's Day. She knew that he had completely forgotten it; he probably had just noticed that the women in his office were receiving flowers and balloons, but this was what she had expected, and it played into her plans beautifully.
"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful," she sweetly told him. "I've always wanted to try Phillipe's that new place by your office, can we go there please?"
She really could care less where she ate her last supper with him, but she knew that he would whine about both the cost and the location, and he did not disappoint as he immediately brought both of those things up.
She let him go on and on until he finally got to the point she was waiting for, "Cassie, in order to go there I'll have to drive all the way home to get you, then it's another 45 minutes back downtown."
"I know, sweetie," she replied, "I don't want you to have to do that. Tell you what, dear, I'm heading downtown anyway, why don't we just meet there, say 7:00?"
"What are you heading downtown for?" he asked, immediately forgetting all of his previous points.
"It's a surprise, honey," she replied, "Something I promise you will never forget."
Taken aback by the thoughts that her last comment caused in his brain, he quickly agreed to be at Phillipe's at 7:00 and hung up the phone.
Meanwhile a van pulled into her driveway and all of the boxes, approximately a dozen, were loaded into it. The van was instructed to deliver the boxes to the downtown Hilton and inform the staff to hold the boxes until check in.
As the van left, a locksmith arrived and promptly changed all of the locks at the house.
Cassie went to her room and took a nap, followed by a long, luxurious bath.
She then prepared herself for the evening. She had a brand new silk bra and matching panties from Victoria's Secret. The bra might have been just a size to small, just enough to allow her creamy 36C cup-sized boobs to strain and try as they might to pop free of their confinement. She allowed her hands to squeeze and stroke the boobs, partly because it felt good and partly because she wanted to make sure that, despite appearances, they wouldn't actually pop free.
She then slid her hand down her rock hard abs and began to position the panties. This was fairly quick, though there was a brief pause while she slipped her hand in the panties for a second. As she had suspected, the preparation for the night's activities was already getting her wet.
She then rolled stockings on her legs and gently, almost lovingly attached them to her new garter belt. Hubby loved this stuff, but she rarely let him see her in it or fuck her in it. Not out of meanness, mainly just because it was a lot of trouble. He usually got treated to lingerie like this every July on their anniversary, and that was about it.
Over the lingerie, Cassie slipped on a simple silk dress, albeit one with a plunging neckline and a high slit up her thighs. She then expertly added makeup, and a dark, brunette wig over her natural blonde hair. She had only worn wigs a few times so it took her a while, but this wig was very expensive and when she was finally done looked extremely natural.
Cassie then went to her husband's office and found his attorney's business card. She dialed the office number and casually asked for Gene. When the lawyer picked up the phone, Cassie stated that she was simply confirming that he would be attending or sending a representative to the arbitration hearing the following day.
Gene stated that he did not know what she was talking about and Cassie replied that she was afraid of that, and that was why she was confirming the appointment.
She placed all of the related forms on the fax machine and began sending them to the fax number on the business card as she said, "Well, the original forms were delivered to your office several weeks ago, but I can't decipher the name on here that signed for them. I'm faxing copies to your office now. Will that be ok or should I call the judge to reschedule?"
