Surprise Delivery(114)

I lean back on the couch and take a drink, my mind spinning. I don’t speak for a long moment, absorbing everything that I already knew and what Adam had just told me. And although I’m profoundly hurt by it all, there is a strong current of anger – a dark and steadfast anger – coursing through me as well.

I have been a good and faithful husband to her for almost ten years. I’ve had plenty of chances to cheat with gorgeous women, but every single time the opportunity had presented itself, I declined. Why? Because I love my wife. I’ve spent almost a decade trying to be the best husband that I can be. Providing for her. Catering to her every whim and desire. Ever since we got married, Brittany has lived a pampered life, wanting for nothing. It’s a life that I’ve been more than happy to work hard for.

But now to find out that not only was she having an affair, but was plotting to steal my company and bleed me dry? I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. I’m stunned, and more than anything, angry.

“So, what are you going to do?” Adam asks me.

I take another drink and shake my head. “Honestly? At this point, I don’t have the first clue.”

“Yeah, I can’t even begin to imagine,” he says. “Not that it’s any of my business, but do you have a solid prenup? Something that protects you in case of divorce or what have you?”

I nod. “Yeah, I do,” I say. “It gives her a pretty generous amount of alimony.”

“If I were you,” Adam says, “I’d talk to my lawyer before you do anything. Lay it all out and see if there’s any way that you can void it. What she did is wrong. She shouldn’t get that kind of a parting gift. Not after something like this. Assuming that you plan on divorcing her, that is.”

“I don’t see a scenario that doesn’t involve divorce,” I say. “I won’t ever be able to trust her again.”

“Talk to your lawyer,” Adam says. “Before you do anything. Before she knows you found out. If you tip her off and she figures out you’re moving against her, she could do something stupid. Better to protect yourself.”

I nod again. “Probably the best way to go,” I say. “Thanks, Adam.”

“No sweat,” he replies. “I’m just sorry that it came down like this.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Me too.”



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