Chapter 2

Iwill never forgive this bastard for the hurt I saw in my children's eyes that Saturday morning. He'd spent the better part of the week begging me not to tell them, asking for a trial separation and anything else he could think of to get me to stay. I was staying alright, but his ass wasn't.

I'd already contacted a lawyer, and she was ready to rock and roll. In this state, they frown on adultery, and as a SAHM, I stand to make out like a lark. I wonder what kind of conversation he had with his dick when he made that very expensive move. That little girl has got to be the most expensive call girl in the world because she was about to cost his ass millions.

Sheila does know her stuff, and although she's not a divorce attorney, she'd put me onto one in her firm that she knew was a man-eating nutjob who had blood in her eyes anytime anything with a dick was mentioned.

Add in adultery against his poor beleaguered wife who'd been tied to the stove for twenty-something-odd years while raising his kids, and well, by the time she was through telling me what all she was going to take him for, I was almost sorry for his dumb ass.

I, of course, didn't tell her about the nanny who had been with me when the kids were much younger or the housekeeper who's been with me for years. It's not like I sat on my ass all day, but with four children only a couple of years apart, I needed all the help I could get. The housekeeper kept the house, and the nanny was there to pick up the slack when I had too many irons in the fire.

I was a devoted wife who fucked that snake whenever he wanted because I appreciated the life he'd made for me and my children and never left his upkeep to anyone else. So hell yeah, I'm taking every damn thing I can get. If he thinks I'm going to let him and his little trumpet live high on the hog on what's rightfully mine, he can kiss my ass.

Now, mind you, I don't believe in women scalping men who don't deserve it. There are some bed-hopping heifers out there who treat men like shit and take them to the cleaners after doing them wrong. I don't ride on that train. But if you think that Sam Walters's daughter is going to sit back and let some man cheat on her and then walk away with everything, then you don't know me very well.

My vindictive ass can plot better than Napoleon. I don't know why my husband forgot who he was married to. He forgot that I have a Ph.D. and the mind of a shark. What he didn't know about me is that I know how to stay calm in the eye of the storm because we never really had to face one on this scale before.

I'm no fool. I know that flying off the handle and acting a fool will make me lose sight of the issues at hand. Once my love died, it was time to destroy everything in my path. But I'm not about to break my Baccarat crystal because of his stupid ass. I'll do my destroying in front of the judge.

I have all my ducks in a row, thank you very much, something he doesn't know. He has no idea that I've already seen the lawyer and started divorce proceedings. That lady shark was in his ass before I left her office. She had a financial investigator on the job and was already adding up his shit, probably before I made it back to my car.

The only thing I had left to do was tell my kids. My soon-to-be ex, the man I had trusted to protect me and mine my whole married life, tried to slither out the door before the kids arrived, but they would've found his lifeless carcass on the kitchen floor if he took one step out of this house which is what I told him when he tried.

"Your mother is acting crazy." That was his bright idea as soon as the kids walked in. I just smiled and asked my babies to sit down while I whipped them each up their favorite breakfast. Stuffed banana French Toast for Savanna and Praline pancakes for her twin Todd.

My third, Devon, likes his momma's country omelet, and my youngest, Tyler, likes anything that's called food, so he got a little bit of everything with freshly squeezed orange juice and a pot of coffee for the table.

"What about me?" If he thought that because my kids were home, I was going to cater to him to save his ass face, then he was mistaken. I went under the kitchen sink and found the old box of Terminix that was used to keep the septic tank clear or whatever and put it down in front of him because he's full of shit.

"Mom!" Savanna, a daddy's girl down to her pink toenails, was affronted. "What's going on?" Poor thing, from the hitch in her voice, I think she already suspected. Her brothers, the hogs, were already wolfing down their grub.

"Well, kids, your Daddy's having an affair. And get this, Todd, it's your friend Mark's sister Anne. Yes, you know the little girl that's about to graduate high school? That's the one."

There was no easy way to tell them, and I figured just getting it out there was best, all things considered. "Dad?" Savanna, again, was the one to speak up. I sipped my coffee and sealed my lips to the conversation. Not my circus, not my monkeys. I'd be damned if I'm gonna sit here and help his ass out of his mess. These are his kids just as much as they are mine; he can clean up his own shit show.

I sat through the screaming and the yelling, the tears and the recriminations, and listened as my kids ripped him a new asshole, and rightfully so. I didn't raise no punks.

My daughter, his sweet little princess, ripped into him so bad I thought she left holes, but I wasn't about to check. "Help me out here."

"I wasn't there when you were cheating; what's this got to do with me?" My eldest son looked like he was ready to commit murder, and I know for a fact that I have bail money and I'll be a witness for the defense.

All we had to do was turn off the inside security cameras, put some bruises on him when he was done, and claim self-defense. I got up and refilled my coffee cup just as Sheila walked through the backdoor. I guess she was here to make sure her Godchildren were okay because she knew I was fine.

We'd polished off half a case of wine the night before so she would know that I was feeling no pain. I'm always like that after a night of drinking. Other people get hangovers while I just mellow out like I'm hopped up on Xanax.

Savanna saw her aunty Sheils and jumped up from the table to run into her arms. Two seconds ago, she was a lioness, but at the first sign of reinforcements, she turned into the little girl who used to run to her aunty for solace when her brothers were messing with her.

"It's okay, baby, it's going to be okay." I propped my ass against the kitchen sink and sipped my fresh cuppa. Kevin, the two-headed snake, was sweating and talking as fast as his mouth would move. Lies, all lies. "It was a mistake; it only happened once."

I guess he didn't realize that I had all the details. My kids didn't need to know everything, not yet, at least, but I'm sure their friends are going to tell them sooner or later because I'm about to take this shit to social media and burn every fucking bridge in this town.