Episode 6

...XAVIER AMERY...

I could no longer bear the uncertainty, even though she didn't want an intimate relationship with me, I have remained faithful, and it’s not like I haven’t had opportunities.

I chose to follow my brother’s advice even though I hoped a private investigator would tell me that she was just working, that she was meeting friends, that she never betrayed me.

Our child turned one and I've seen ads featuring my wife as the face, but they are not of the same caliber as they used to be. It feels like she's squandering quality time that could be spent with us. With my connections, I could get her better jobs, better pay, more notoriety, but if she wants to handle everything on her own, she's free to do so.

She wasn’t there for our son’s birthday; she claimed to be working, unaware someone was following her, someone who, for a substantial sum, would tell me her daily coffee habits, including the precise times she consumed it.

The investigator sent her location while I was at the celebration. I didn’t want to go, but my brother insisted on accompanying me, perhaps wanting me to face reality once and for all.

I followed the location to the Clinton Hotel and found the investigator outside. I gestured for my brother to wait outside; whatever happened next, I would handle alone.

“Room 207,” he informed me somberly of what he knew.

“Who is she with?” I clenched my jaw tight.

“Who,” he looked away, “she’s with her trainers, Mr. Amery.”

“But they're gay, why call me here?” I questioned, angry.

“I checked them out, they're not gay,” he replied, as I looked at him with disbelief.

We went up the elevator together and after a short walk down the corridor, we stopped outside the door.

Music was playing; maybe that's why I was able to enter more easily without being noticed. My investigator opened the door for me using a key he’d dupped from the front desk. As the door swung open and we entered, I was stunned.

"So they're gay," my voice nearly shouting.

My investigator grabbed me in case I decided to lash out, unsure of how one might react in such a situation, but I am not a violent man.

The scene before me was shocking. My wife was on all fours, one man behind her, gripping her hips tightly, and the other receiving her oral attentions. She did not have just one lover; I could not believe it.

She looked up at me, speechless. She pulled away from them and tried to cover up after already being fully exposed, and after we had recorded her infidelity.

“I want a divorce; we have the evidence that would grant me one, and it would only bolster your career. You’d be called for adult film roles without a doubt,” I said as I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm.

"Don’t you dare blackmail me. I’ll sign the divorce papers, but you will give me money or I’ll take custody,” she demanded with a chilling voice.

“You've never loved our son; he will stay with me. I’ll give you money to disappear from his life, so he doesn't grow up with your neglect and indifference," I left before I could do something rash and betray my principles.

I returned home and my brother helped me call his lawyer friend. I needed an urgent agreement.

My wife arrived the next day. The lawyer was already with me, holding an agreement that would become valid with her signature.

If she asked for half of what I earned during our marriage, her career would plummet; the prenuptial agreement from before our marriage protected everything else. She would have five million dollars to lead her life and forget us forever.

Her belongings were already packed; she would leave our home immediately.

"Good morning, dear," she greeted me with hypocritical nonchalance as if nothing happened.

"When you sign, it will be a good morning," I retorted, more than angry.

"All I will say is this. No woman will ever be faithful to you because look at you; you're handsome, intelligent, and wealthy, but in bed, sweetheart," she pulled a face of disgust, "that's where the problem is; you're dull, and you work too much. I was the only woman who endured you the longest," she laughed in my face.

"You disgust me; sign the papers, your suitcases are by the door. Just go, don't test my patience," I warned her.

I saw her get up and strut to the exit like a runway model. Security was there to load her bags into her car, one of the many gifts I'd given her.

I can't bear to think about how many times she was unfaithful, in my own house, in my bed. I don't want to know.

I locked myself in my office, letting the bitterness consume me. I was utterly humiliated. Now a single father, the very thing I did not want, but I had no choice. If my ex had been just a fling, but a decent mother, maybe things would be different, but she was neither.

I knew I did the right thing, but I had fallen in love with someone and divorced someone else entirely.

My lawyer entered without knocking, followed by my brother.

"That was the best thing you could have done, protecting your son. I’ll get this legalized right away," my lawyer said before leaving, and my brother sat across from me.

"I know, and thank you. Ask my driver to take you," I said, trying to sound confident but feeling utterly desolate.

"You'll find someone worth it," he tried to console me as he had before.

"That won’t happen; it’s better to be alone. Amidst all my flaws is that I'm dull in bed; can you imagine how eager I am to try again?" I said, my gaze shifting away in shame.

"Don't let her words affect you. I thought you were smarter," he might have a point, but I am not looking for any commitments now.

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