I clenched the steering wheel as I drove away from my wife and MY house.
He’s definitely going to tell Kyle. And if he doesn’t, she will… She didn’t even let me get my fucking computer. There’s no way she isn’t going to watch the footage from the Vegas condo.
I knew I was screwed. I had been so hopeful that I would be able to sweet-talk my way back into the house and make the evidence disappear. Instead, now I was racing to my lawyer’s office to see how the fuck we could prepare for the shit storm that was coming.
If I can convince her to give me another chance, then it all goes away.
I could be loyal if it kept my ass from being dragged through court…
Right?
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“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly. She has what?” Frank stared at me with a blank expression on his face after listening to the morning’s events.
“Footage… lots of it.”
“Of you… having sexual intercourse with other women?” he clarified.
I cringed at his wording.
“yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Well, my friend…” he leaned back in his seat and smirked at me. “You’re about to get fucked… but apparently that’s nothing new for you.”
I glared at him and stood up.
“This isn’t funny! My life is on the line here!”
He put his hands up in surrender and shook his head.
“I know that, Ben. I’m just not sure what you think I can do about it?”
“Your fucking job?!” I snapped. “Go through the prenup again and find me some kind of loophole!” I slammed my hands down on his desk. “Also, go through all of the legal forms you’ve done for me and see if there’s anything we need to hide. She said something about NDA’s and at the time I was panicking too much to think about the implication but obviously someone talked.”
“Great, any other magical wishes while I’m at it?” he said sarcastically and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“That should do it for today.” I replied dryly.
“Call the PI, I gave you the number for… maybe he can dredge up something from your wife’s activities that will void the prenup.” He grumbled and started pulling files out of a cabinet next to his desk.
“I already told you; my wife wouldn’t cheat on me.” I felt my temper spike and tried to center myself.
“Yes, I know… you married a saint. Do it anyways.”
“Whatever. I’ll do that but my main goal is going to be winning her back.”
“I wish you luck.” He didn’t bother looking up from the form he was reading. “Meet me here tomorrow morning.”
“I’m going home in the morning…”
That got his attention, and he looked up at me, alarmed.
“Come here first, it’s important that you don’t speak to her again until we have a better plan.”
Considering how badly I had already screwed up, I figured that was sound advice and nodded begrudgingly.
“Oh, and here’s the number for a shady therapist that some of my clients have used. She will write scripts that aren’t needed or fill out court documents saying clients have attended and are making progress when they haven’t. I’m sure she’d be willing to lie and say that she’s working on your sex addiction with you so that you can reconcile with your wife.”
