I slid the divorce papers over. “You’ve been served.”
Her hands shook as she flipped through them. “You can’t do this.”
“It’s already done. Your belongings are boxed.”
“My belongings? You can’t just throw me out!”
“No one’s throwing you out. But I’m not leaving. Where you stay is your choice.” I looked at Haley.
“You little snitch,” Kendra hissed. “You ruined everything!”
I stood instantly. “Don’t ever speak to her like that.”
Haley burst into tears. “Mom, every week! Different guys! In Dad’s house! You don’t get it!”
“You’re a child! I have needs!”
“I get that you’re a cheater!” Haley shouted back.
Kendra turned toward me. “This is your fault! Gone so long. Leaving me alone. Alone with… with needs!”
“So do I,” I said. “One of them being a wife who doesn’t do this. Guess neither of us got what we wanted.”
Her tears came next. “It didn’t mean anything. I was lonely. You were gone too long.”
“Five months. I was gone five months. You lasted two.”
“It was a mistake.”
“Which one? The hotel on my dime? The lingerie I bought? Which mistake are we talking about?”
She saw the pity wasn’t working, so anger returned. “Fine! Yes, I cheated! You want that? I cheated with multiple men in our bed while our daughter was home!”
“She was supposed to be asleep!”
“I wasn’t!” Haley cried. “I heard everything!”
That finally destroyed whatever denial she had left.
“I… Haley, I didn’t—”
“I don’t want to hear it. Dad, can I go?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Check on your brother.”
After she left, Kendra glared at me. “You turned her against me.”
“No. Every Tuesday and Thursday with Brett did that.”
“How long have you known?”
“Six weeks. Spent five planning.”
“And you just… let me?”
“I gave you rope. You handled the rest.”
She tried again. “What about Cody? You’re going to traumatize him?”
“Already handled. Custody’s coming down 70/30. You’ll get supervised at first.”
“Supervised?! I’m his mother!”
“A mother who brought strangers home around my kids. Judges tend not to love that.”
Her outrage collapsed into fear. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“Not my problem. Brett’s? David’s? Your mom’s? Take your pick.”
“I can’t pay for a place!”
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