THE IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE

Should the marriage be dissolved by divorce, the party who initiates the divorce shall relinquish and forfeit all rights, title, and interest in the business, which shall remain the sole property of the non-initiating spouse, to the extent permitted by law.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“This is crazy,” Sebastian blurted, visibly very angry.

My parents hadn’t said a word; they were shocked as I was.

Who puts that type of clause in a marriage contract?

I searched my father's face.

Nothing

“We will give you time to discuss,” Mason said, rising to his feet.

One by one, his family followed suit, and together they walked out the door.

No one spoke for several minutes before I finally spoke up.

Holding up the documents, “Can we fight this?” I asked, looking around the room.

“I don't think so, honey,” my mother replied, walking up to me.

There was no way anyone would possibly expect me to continue my marriage to that woman.

My father remained quiet, scanning the document for any discrepancies.

When he found none, he removed his glasses, set them down, and sighed, “I’m sorry son”

Disappointment was written on his face.

How could he let this slide?

He was a lawyer, the highest-paid one in the city.

“So am I supposed to go back home and play happy family with the woman we watched? I was yelling, rightfully so.

The look on my father's face told me everything I needed to know.

Unable to stay another moment, I stormed out and made my way to the children’s parlor to collect my kids, with Sebastian trailing behind me.

“Where are they?” I asked Stacy

She looked between Sebastian and me, her face filled with concern. “Their mother took them,” she answered

Great.

I couldn’t yell at her; she was only doing me a favor watching my kids, plus she couldn’t exactly deny their mother access to them.

I offered her a small smile, nodded toward Sebastian, and headed to my car.

Today had sucked through and through, and I needed to find a way to clear my mind.

The Midnight Circle was a new club in town.

I had heard my friends raving about how they loved the place.

They said it had a VIP section and it was really fancy.

It didn’t matter right now; all I needed was a place to clear my head.

The outside didn’t give too much, but the inside?

It was amazing and, like they said, fancy.

Apparently it was a masked club, so I had to purchase a mask at the door before I was allowed entry.

I was guided to the VIP lounge, which wasn’t much. It was just a small private box above the main hall that had a striking view of the stage.

All the striping poles and main stage were visible from this room. It also had curtains that could be shut for extra privacy.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time as the private lounge was filled with moans from every angle.

Female moans, male moans, multiple-person moans, dirty talk, everything.

I ordered a drink and tipped the server to send the night's finest to my chamber.

I had lived through the worst week and was about to face another awful one; I needed as many releases as possible.

The server walked in with a bottle of drink and a tray of glasses. Behind him, five women barely dressed followed.

I had missed the club scene. A little alcohol, stacks of cash being thrown around, and these gorgeous women were dancing everywhere.

But even their twerks and toplessness could not distract me from the mess that was life.

“You and you,” I said, pointing at the blonde and brunette, “play with yourselves”

They seemed excited by the idea, as they hastily got into position, kissing and undressing themselves.

How could Viv do this to me?

We may not have been a love match, but I had done everything in my power to make sure she was physically, emotionally, and sexually taken care of.

She was the reserved one between both of us, and I resp

I let go of this life to make our marriage work, but what did I get in return?

The topless stripper was grinding me now, placing kisses all over my body and trying to unbutton my shirt.

Moans filled my chambers, and something about it reminded me of Vivienne.

“Get out,” I mumbled.

“What?” The girl on me asked.

She was obviously wasted.

These girls disgusted me.

“Get out,” I yelled, making them all pause and turn, confused.

“Don’t let me repeat myself.” They were frightened and scrambled to pick up the dollar bills on the floor and run.

The blonde didn’t even remember her clothes.

“Dumb bitch” I muttered under my breath.

On the stage, a male stripper moved on the pole, drawing my attention.

Our eyes met, and he held my gaze as he danced.

I don't know what came over me, but I signaled to a server.

“Get him for me”