CHAPTER 3

As I was making my notes, my cell phone rang. I looked but didn't recognize the number. I figured Simone could have been using someone else's phone to call me. But it could have been anyone, so I decided to answer it.

"Carl?" asked a female voice.

"This is he," I said.

"Carl, this is Linda," the woman said. "I just wanted to let you know Simone is staying with me for a few days. Are you really going for a divorce?"

"Yes, I am," I said.

"Carl, she's a wreck," Linda said. "She's in her room crying her eyes out. I'm afraid she's going to have a nervous breakdown."

"I don't care," I said. "She brought it on herself."

"Don't you have any feelings for her at all?" Linda asked.

"Yeah, right now they can be described as hatred and disgust," I said. "She's been fucking around on me for a year or more and she had the audacity to humiliate me in public. We're through."

"But she loves you," Linda said.

"So she claims," I said. "Tell me, what did she do after I left? How long did you two stay at the penthouse? Did she fuck Ben and Dale again?"

"She was upset," Linda said. "We all were."

"You're not answering my questions," I said.

"Okay," she said. "Yeah, we all hooked up last night after you left. But only to help Simone feel better. You could've had a good time as well if you'd only stayed."

"Where the fuck do people like you come from?" I asked, incredulous. "I gotta go, Linda. Goodbye." I ended the call and that's when I noticed two text messages from numbers I didn't recognize. The messages came in early this morning after I had gone to bed. I pulled them up and noticed that videos were attached to them.

"Missed one helluva party, bro," one message read. I played the video and saw Simone getting made airtight by three of the men at the penthouse. I recognized Ben and Dale, but didn't recognize the other. Linda stood next to them, naked, and masturbated as she watched. When they pulled apart, I saw cum dripping out of Simone's ass and pussy. The man I didn't recognize looked into the camera and spoke.

"That's quite a wife you have there, brah," he said with a shit-eating grin. "Too bad you weren't here. You coulda had a great time eating our cum out of her ass and cunt." They all laughed as he said that. Even Simone laughed. Yeah, I thought. So much for loving me.

The second video was more of the same, except it ended with Ben smearing his cum on my wedding ring as Simone held it in her open hand. She looked at the camera with a smirk and licked his cum off my ring. My hatred for her only grew exponentially. I transferred the videos to my PC and made a copy of them for the lawyer.

I thought about sending the videos to all of her friends and her family, but decided against it, at least for now. The info I got from Jenny's website indicated that I needed to be very careful about how I reacted to her actions. Any negative reaction on my part could easily undo my case, her site warned. Okay, so I decided to hold off for the time being.

I didn't hear anything from Simone or Linda the rest of that day or the next, which was a good thing as far as I was concerned. I spent the rest of the weekend exorcising Simone's presence from the apartment. On Monday, I called my boss, explained the situation and took a few days off for vacation. I knew I would be basically worthless and my boss understood. He had gone through a divorce from a cheating wife so he understood how I felt.

I called Jenny's office and arranged for an appointment that afternoon. On the way to my appointment, I stopped at the bank and did everything I could to separate her from our joint account. I paid off her joint credit card, then canceled it. I took out half of everything and opened a new account in my name only.

Jenny explained the divorce laws in our state and asked if I wanted to pursue an alienation of affection lawsuit against her bosses. She explained that it might not go very far, but there was always a chance, given the evidence I had. I told her to do what she thought best.

"Where would like them served?" she asked me.

"At their office," I said. I wanted them to experience a bit of the same public humiliation they had heaped on me this past year. She nodded her head and made notes. When we finished, I paid a retainer, then headed home. On the way, I got a call from Linda.

"Hello," I said when I answered.

"Carl, would you be willing to meet with Simone and I someplace this afternoon?" she asked.

"Not really," I said. "I just finished seeing my attorney and she suggested I stay away from her. If she has something to say, she can do it through my lawyer. Would you like her contact information?"

"Hold on," she said. I could tell she had placed one hand over the phone and I could hear her talking to someone, but the voices were muffled. A few moments later, she came back on.

"I guess that'll have to do," she said quietly. After I gave her Jenny's contact information, she tried to lobby for Simone one last time. "She really does love you, Carl, and she's willing to make this up to you. Can't you please find it in your heart to forgive her?"

"Well, she has a damn funny way of showing her love," I said. "And how, exactly, will she make this up to me? Can she unfuck herself? Can she turn the clock back a year? I don't think so. The answer is no. I will never forgive her for what she did."

"Okay, if that's the way you want it," she said. "I'll pass that on to her. But you know you're going to have to talk to her sometime."

"Not if I can help it," I said. "What's done is done. Tell her she can expect to be served with papers soon." I ended the call and drove the rest of the way home, stopping only to pick up a 12-pack of beer and a couple packs of cigarettes. I had stopped smoking when we first got married, but I felt that I needed to do something to keep from punching holes in the walls.

Shortly after I got home, the house phone rang. I answered, wondering who was calling now.

"Hello," I said.

"Mr. Jacobs, this is Ben Carlson, your wife's employer," the young male voice said. I recognized the voice from the party. He seemed to have adopted a more professional tone now that he was back in his place of business.

"I know who you are, Ben," I said. "What do you want?"

"Look, I know you're upset about what happened Friday, and I want you to know that we all thought you were okay with your wife's, er, activities, at the company gatherings," he said.

"So you knew she was married during all this?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "But honestly, she told us you guys had an open marriage and that you were okay with what she was doing."

"And you never bothered to ask me about it?" I asked.

"I didn't think I had to," he said.

"And the videos you guys sent me Friday night?" I asked. "What was up with that?"

"Those videos were her idea," he said. "Look, I'm really very sorry about all this. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Yeah," I said. "You can let me kick your balls into the middle of next week after you testify against her in court. Oh, and I intend to sue you for alienation of affection. If you really want to make it up to me, you'll accept my terms without any argument. Anything else?"