Court and Cupcakes Part 3

Melody’s POV

“I told you the other day on the phone, stop calling me Babe.” I had requested mediated phone calls that week as I had gotten the layer to set up today for Mike to get his things. “You can come into the living room until the lawyer gets here; but that’s it”

Mike huffed and shoved past me into the house. The living room was small, but cozy. One wall was covered in wooden bookshelves, and the other a fireplace with a television mounted above it. The third wall had a picture window that looked out at the street. Mike sat in the winged back chair and looked to me. “How has your week gone, Mells?” Mike attempted small talk, sensing the tension in the air.

“Fine, except for the fact that my husband fucked who I thought was my best friend of three years.” I spit out husband like the word was poisoned.

Mike flinched at the bite in my voice. “Erm, uh, well I’m happy to hear that you’re doing okey…” After another few minutes of both of us sitting in a bitter silence, there was another knock at the door.

“Thank Goddess” I mumbled and got up. I didn’t want to talk to Mike more than I had to.

The lawyer was at the door with his assistant. “Hello Mrs. Swanson, I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting.”

“Not at all; please enter.” I stepped aside and ushered them into the living room. The lawyer sat at the couch and his assistant sat next to him. They began pulling out papers from briefcases and setting stacks of them on the coffee table.

“Before we begin; we have four hours today to go over belongings and buildings. It’s unusual to do these on a Saturday, but I understand that both parties want this finished quickly?” The lawyer adjusted his glasses.

“Yes, the sooner the better.” I replied.

“I guess.” Shrugged Mike.

“Alright; let’s start with the heavy things first. Buildings..”the lawyer squinted at the paper, “I have here listed 3021 W Street as the prime residence for both parties.”

“Yes, but the house was my father’s and is listed in my name.” I answered.

“Come on Mells- you’re not going to make me live out on the street are you?” Mike pouted.

“It’s in my name, Mike. If you had wanted to stay here, you should have thought of that before shagging Tiffany.”

“I have to agree with Mrs. Swanson on this, Mr. Swanson. At least on the first half.” The lawyer tried to say diplomatically. “The pack law clearly will state that all property acquired before the mating is legally hers.” The lawyer had the secretary make note on one of the papers and continued on. “The secondary residence is a condo on the beach in Florida, correct?”

“It was a wedding gift from my parents” Mike said.

“He can keep it, no contest there, I don’t want anything from his family.” I spoke up. At least this all should be simple and straightforward, I thought to myself as the secretary made note again.

“And finally, we have the bakery ‘Just Desserts’ listed as the third owned property.”

“Mine again before the marriage.” I stated quickly. Mike coughed and looked down. Almost like he was guilty of something.

“Normally, yes, Mrs. Swanson.” The lawyer spoke up. “ but I have here a note for a substantial loan taken out last month in both of your names and the building space listed as collateral.”

The room became stuffy and silent when the lawyer spoke those words. “What..” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What loan?”

“I have here bank papers and statements showing the loan for one hundred thousand dollars and the bakery listed as collateral. As per law; since technically both of your names are listed on the loan, it will be split equally.”

I slowly turned to Mike. “What did you do?! You Bastard!” I was trying hard to control my shift. Fur was spreading up and down my arms in waves.

Mike was looking anywhere but at me staying silent; Trying to not squirm in his seat. “So it’s both ours, can we continue on now?” Mike tried to change the subject like the coward he was.

“No Mike, we are not continuing on!” I fumed. “What the actual fuck?!”

“So I take it this will be contested then on Monday?” The lawyer stammered while trying to retain his cool. “It’s going to be hard to do, seeing as how your signature is on the loan as well Mrs. Swanson.”

“I never signed anything though!” I was flabbergasted.

“Here it is.” The Lawyer slid a paper over to the other side of the coffee table in front of me. There, in an almost perfect copy of my signature, was my name written neatly above Mike’s at the bottom of the loan agreement.