My Ultimate Revenge To Get Rid Of My Cheating Wife!
Chapter 2
Sam arranged everything carefully.
I did not empty accounts. I did not hide assets. I did not touch Carla’s property or threaten the man I had seen with her. Instead, I moved my paycheck into an account legally in my name, documented every marital asset, and followed Sam’s instructions so precisely he accused me of becoming his most boring client.
“You’re disappointed,” he said one afternoon.
“I was hoping divorce would involve more dramatic lighting.”
“It does not.”
“Shame.”
“What it does involve is evidence.”
That interested me.
The investigator Sam recommended was a retired police detective named Marjorie Kane, sixty-two years old, gray-haired, soft-spoken, and so unremarkable in appearance that people seemed to confess things simply because they forgot she was nearby.
Within twelve days, she had enough.
Carla’s “friend” was Kevin Wallace, a regional sales manager from her company. He had been coming to our home for more than a year. Hotel records showed weekend trips Carla had described to me as conferences. Restaurant charges appeared on a credit card she had once told me she kept only for emergencies.
Then Marjorie discovered something worse.
Carla had been planning to leave me.
Not immediately.
After my next contract.
“She’s been talking to a realtor,” Marjorie said.
I stared at the report.
“For our house?”
“She asked about selling after you left again.”
Sam sat across from me.
“Jack, keep breathing.”
“I am breathing.”
“You look like you’re trying to murder the furniture.”
I put both hands flat on the table.
Carla had encouraged every overseas assignment. She told me we were sacrificing together for Lily’s future.
Meanwhile, she had been building another future inside the home my absences paid for.
“When can we file?” I asked.
“Now.”
“No.”
Sam frowned. “Why not?”
I looked again at the photographs.
“I want to go home first.”
He immediately shook his head.
“That’s a bad idea.”
“I’m not going to hurt anybody.”
“Your definition of calm worries me.”
“I want to see whether she lies when I’m standing in front of her.”
Sam studied me.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
That evening, I drove home like a husband returning from work.
Carla opened the door.
For half a second, terror flashed across her face.
Then she smiled.
“Oh my God.”
She threw her arms around me.
I let her.
“You’re home!”
“Contract ended early.”
“You should’ve called!”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
Her body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
“Well, you did.”
She kissed my cheek.
The same mouth I had watched kiss another man.
Dinner that night was almost unbearable in its normalcy.
Carla made chicken. Lily talked about school. I asked about the neighborhood. Carla complained about the washing machine making a noise.
Then she reached across the table and touched my hand.
“I missed you.”
I looked into her eyes.
“Did you?”
She smiled.
“Of course.”
That was the last chance I gave her.
After Lily went to bed, I poured Carla a glass of wine.
“Anybody been around while I was gone?”
She took a sip.
“What do you mean?”
“Friends. Family.”
“Your sister stopped by once.”
“Anybody from work?”
Her fingers tightened around the glass.
“No.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
She relaxed.
Then the doorbell rang.
Carla looked confused.
I wasn’t.
Sam stood outside holding an envelope.
Behind him was a process server.
Carla looked from them to me.
“What’s happening?”
I stepped aside.
Sam gave her the papers.
“You’ve been served with a petition for divorce.”
The color drained from her face.
She looked at me.
“Jack?”
“I came home Thursday.”
Silence.
“I saw Kevin.”
The wineglass slipped from her fingers and shattered against the floor.
