I grabbed a bar stool and with my drink, I headed to my ex future family’s table.
Michael called out, “Hey Chris. You can’t take the stool from the …”
My furious stare cut Michael short.
When I plopped the stool at the end of the table, climbed into the seat and angrily looked back and forth between Julie and Karen, the atmosphere got chilly, very quickly.
“Chris! Buddy! Slide into the booth. We’ll get you a menu,” said Karen’s husband Steve.
Without taking my eyes off the women, I responded, “No thanks Steve. I won’t be staying long.”
I continued to silently glare at Julie and Karen, until Julie’s husband Roy asked, “what’s going on Chris?’
“Ask your wife, Roy.”
Roy and Steve turned toward their wives. It was easy to see that both women were scared to death. “What’s going on?” Steve asked the sisters.
Karen was the first to speak, when she said, “It’s not what you think, Chris!”
The thick tension grew, as I looked across the table toward Karen. “I’m guessing it’s exactly what I think!” I told the group.
Steve and Roy were looking back and forth between their wives at one end of the table and me at the other.
When tears started streaming down Karen’s face, Steve demanded, “What’s going on Chris?”
“Your wives are covering for Trish. They were all together in my kitchen last Tuesday. Since I was going to be out of town until Sunday, they were going to Foxwoods Casino for a getaway weekend.”
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“Where is Trish,” Roy asked the sisters. When they remained silent, he turned and looked at me.
“She’s at Nick’s Cape Cod house.”
“Is that true?” Steve hissed.
Both women were crying at this point. Karen nodded her agreement.
Julie blubbered, “Trish loves you Chris. She really does!”
Steve rolled his eyes and Roy glared at the table top.
“She has a great way of showing her love. She and her sisters lie to me and she goes off with an old neighborhood crush for a fuck fest weekend, just eight weeks before she marries me. Your sister is a piece of shit!”
“Don’t you dare …”
Roy interrupted his wife and said, “Shut the fuck up Julie!” Turning to me, he asked, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to cancel the wedding.”
Both friends leaned back in the booth. Their wives cried even harder.
“Dad has spent so much money on the wedding and reception,” said Karen.
“I don’t care. I’m not going to marry a lying, cheating slut, like Trish.” I waited a few moments, before I told the group, “I’ve told Sue Flaherty that Nick is cheating with Trish. We’d both would like twenty-four hours, before we crush them.”
Four sets of eyes were looking at me, when I asked Roy and Steve, “I need your help. Can you make sure …” My head jerked toward their wives, “Can you make sure they don’t contact Trish until 6:15pm tomorrow night?”
Both women started to protest, before Steve said, “We sure can buddy.” And then turning to his wife he said, “I’m disgusted with you. I have to wonder, if your sisters have ever covered for you, while you cheated on me” Karen was stunned, as Steve continued, “If you or Julie contact Trish, in any way, I’ll consider filing for divorce.”
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