She said, “Just go sit, I will take care of this.”
I go back down and the door bell rings.
I opened the door to George and Pete, a younger guy from the office.
They get my stuff in to the car, I kissed my wife, yuck, and I don’t even want to touch her.
I said “I will see you Wednesday night at the latest.”
We were out the door and I didn’t even have to spend an hour with the slut.
I wouldn’t go in to details about the next few days, just the high points: I called my wife at about 7 pm each day sounding in pain.
We got the records from the Days Inn; she had been doing it since a month after our marriage.
My lawyer had all the paperwork ready even the alienation of affection that looks like a Mad-Lib with blank spaces ready to put the right info in the right spaces.
He also prepared fraud paperwork because it started so soon after our wedding. And about a thousand other things got done.
This leads us to Wednesday morning.
George and his PI friend are in room 116 watching the cameras live. I am at the office with a live feed. We are computer nerds after all.
George thought I might try to kill her if I was too close.
Pete is down the street from my house in an unmarked van watching and will call the locksmith as soon as she leaves.
At 10:30am Pete calls us she has left the house we told him to hold tight until she is at the Days Inn.
At 11:00 am she pulled in the parking lot and goes to the office with Princess then came out with a key and no dog.
About 11:10 am she entered the room with a bag from her car.
Pete is called to get locksmith going.
With the feed wired for video and sound we heard her humming of a tune while she is changed in to some very skimpy lingerie that I never saw.
About 11:25 am we heard a knock she opens the door and in walks her father.
I thought I was going to lose my breakfast. I saw her kiss him and turn off my monitor and called George and said “I can’t watch this, just get me the evidence and I’ll call the lawyer.”
The lawyer starts the paperwork for the fraud and alienation of affection and called the court officer to go to 116 and wait till they had enough evidence then deliver the divorce paperwork to my wife.
The rest of the paperwork will have to wait a day or two till it can be filed.
George later told me that when the court officer knocked and verified her name, he handed her the folder and said, “You’ve been served.” It was like all the life went out of her and she crumpled to the floor not moving.
I had a new phone thru work, and right now only George has that number.
The old number is forwarded to the work number and the receptionist has instructions every call for me will go to voicemail.
I called George and said “I am getting out of town for a few days. Get some security for the house and call if anything major happens.”
George said, “Go get drunk and I will take care of everything here.”
I drove to the airport and took a plane to Las Vegas.
I got drunk, and gambled. Tried to forget life for a while… I didn’t get laid; I felt it was wrong as I was still married. Fucking moral upbringing.
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