I didn't get her number. I didn't get the name of the boat she charters for. But she did ask me to come back for lunch, which considering the state of my life wasn't a terrible thing. I was at the lawyer's office just before 2pm with Connor, who was a little sleepy after eating all the pancakes and ended up crashing on the couch in Miriam Grant's office.

When I was marrying Kate, her father demanded a prenuptial agreement in case I was using her for the money. I can understand his hesitation. While the moms were childhood friends, he didn't know me or my mother at all. I probably would have done the same thing were I in his shoes, and I never faulted him for it. But I did fault Kate's brother for the agreement he tried to get me to sign.

Kate's older brother, Jon, wasn't a good lawyer. He was the sleazy kind of guy that a business would call up to try and screw over innocent people with a shady deal that looked good on paper but would likely cost them their house and life savings. Obviously, he was the guy that wrote up the original agreement, and as soon as I looked it over, I realized it pretty much meant that she could do whatever she wanted and I would get nothing, and she could end the marriage for any reason, and I'd get nothing. 

Yeah, that was bullshit.

So, I did some research, and found Miriam Grant, a family law practitioner who used to be a state prosecutor. She was one of those people you would instinctively hate unless they were on your team, and at that point you love them. She pulled that agreement apart and then pretty much bullied Jon into agreeing to a much fairer document. I get no money if I cheat or ask for a divorce with no cause. At that point I would only get any gifts that were mine, and she would keep the house and all joint gifts. For instance, Kate would keep the Ferrari that her father gave her as a present, but I would keep the boat that he got me. I was fine with that since I couldn't put a car seat in the Ferrari.

On the other hand, instead of getting nothing regardless of what Kate did, I could now get a one-time cash settlement thanks to her cheating. And that was a rather sizable one of $10 million. Of course, I needed proof, but I did have the camcorder and the other videos in the case, which Miriam's IT guy was already going through and copying all of the videos, as well as the video file that Hayden had been kind enough to send me. That was more than enough proof of her infidelity. It may have been a little petty, but I spent four years married to her, and for her to do that I think was worth the money. I would absolutely be asking for it.

Fuck! I had a momentary bit of realization about Sierra too. Was there any chance that Kate had been hoping I'd be tempted by her and give her a reason to divorce me and get out of the prenup? It wouldn't shock me even the slightest! Luckily, while I may have appreciated Sierra's looks, I'd never been tempted.

By the time I was done with the appointment, and forked over $7500 as a retainer, I knew I was going to get exactly what I wanted. In fact, Kate and Zack were both in some serious trouble, since inside the leather case were eight additional videos, five of which were of Kate, and three with other women, and every one of them had already been uploaded to Pornhub prior to us seeing them. To complicate matters, Zack's son Kirk, who had recorded them all, was still a minor, and two of the videos with Kate had been filmed in her doctor's office. She didn't want any of that to go before a judge, because that would for sure get to authorities that would be asking about her medical license and her relationship with Kirk.

Needless to say, I had high hopes that this would be a quick and easy divorce, and then I could get on with whatever the next part of my life entailed.

As I was pulling into my mother's driveway, I realized a couple of particularly important thoughts. First, I really needed more Advil and another cold pack because I was incredibly sore. And second, I have never texted my mother about what was happening with Kate, or the fact that Connor and I would be staying there for a while.

With a sigh, I parked and helped Connor out of the car seat. After his nap he was all kinds of excited so see his grandma! We didn't have long to wait. Less than 30 seconds after ringing the doorbell, my mom answered and swept Connor into her arms.

"Oh, my little boy! Come here and give me hugs!"

Their hugs turned to tickles that had Connor laughing loud enough to wake the neighbors, and it made me feel good to see him happy after the day we'd had. But things were going to get tougher, I could tell. "Hey mom. Do you mind if we crash here for a bit?"

"I already cleaned your rooms and changed the sheets. No girls over without the door open, and we'll worry about the rest of it later," she stated before dropping her voice into a whisper. "But just so you know, Ella is here, so be prepared."

"Shit," I muttered. I had little doubt what Ella was doing here, and I wasn't going to give in to her pleas to forgive her baby daughter. If we had truly been in love and it had been a drunken mistake, maybe I'd consider trying to find a way to work through it. But there was no coming back from this to save a failing marriage. "Well hang on to Connor, I'll start taking all the bags inside."

It took several trips, since I was trying to safe my scrotum and not to do too much at once, but I had all the bags in the house, even if they weren't unpacked yet. I played it smart and took more Advil on the first trip and found a bag of frozen corn to help too. After that, I relaxed in the love seat while my mom and Ella hung out with Connor.

After about ten minutes, Ella came to join me on the love seat, turning to face me and gripping my hand. "Cole, I know that it is natural to be angry," she began.

"I'm not angry Ella. I'm furious. Your daughter has proven repeatedly that she doesn't want Connor and spends as little time as possible with him. But today I found out that while I thought she was asleep during the day and the nanny was there for him, that she was actually awake during the day and ignoring him anyway. He deserves a lot better than that."

She stared at me and blinked, evidently having expected me to be upset about her affair. It was much harder to defend her daughter for being a shitty mom than a cheating wife. "But she could get better!"

"She isn't going to fake being a mom with Connor. He needs parents that want to be with him. She has avoided him since the day he was born, so why would she even want to try? I know you want to save some sort of image here, but Connor isn't a prop. I've already talked to my lawyer, and the divorce is already being filed along with a petition for full custody. Trust me when I say that you don't want this to go to court, and if it does you better get a much more competent lawyer than your son."

"But my friends! I can't tell them that!" Ella was gasping, this was just too much for her. All she really cared about was what her standing was now that she'd married into wealth.

"Ella, believe me, a divorce is the least of your worries. Your daughter made half a dozen videos with that man, and they're all on the internet. And the person that recorded it was a minor," I explained. "I think that will be a much bigger thing for you to concentrate on than the divorce."

"On the internet?" she asked, horrified.

"I'm afraid so. If you want, I'll see if the tech guy in my lawyer's office can get their URLs and you can try to get them removed." It was the least I could do. I had no idea if Kate even realized that they had been posted up there.

"I have to go. I don't even know how it all went this wrong!" She hurriedly said her goodbyes to my mom and almost ran out the door in an effort to get home. I was glad I wouldn't be a part of whatever conversation she needed to have with her husband tonight.

With Ella gone, I lay back on the love seat and elevated my feet, happy for the chill of the frozen corn and wondered if this was going to be an all weekend thing. What a day it had been, and I still hadn't even unpacked. I guess that could wait till tomorrow though. Pulling out my phone, I found the napkin with Hayden's number and shot her a quick text.

Me – Hayden, is Cole. How long am I going to be sore?

H10 – That depends. Did you get the cute waitress girl to kiss it and make it better?

Me – That isn't very professional! And to think I was going to tell you about her friend.

H10 – Wait! Friend?

Me – Yes. A single friend that enjoys women as much as you do. Kaia had the silly thought that you might want to meet her. Are you single?

H10 – You're not saying that just to fuck with me, right? Yeah I am!

Me – Dead serious. I'm going back to the diner for lunch on Monday. I'll give you more info then.

H10 – You're awesome! Now quick, send me a pic of your balls.

Me – Stop that! No dick pics!

H10 – I'm serious, I need to see how the swelling is. This is a medical issue.

Me – You're not messing with me, are you?

H10 – Cole, send me the damn pic!

With a sigh, I went to my bedroom, pulled my pants and boxers down and snapped a pic, then sent it off to Hayden.

Me – Still swollen on the right, but I think the frozen veggies are helping.

H10 – I can't believe you sent me a swollen dick pic.

Me – I'm going to kill you.

H10 – Your wife is an idiot. She got the short end of the stick (literally) with the new guy. If I was into guys, I'd frame this picture.

Me – You're a pig

H10 – Yep. Get sleep, keep the balls chilled. Let me know how you're doing in the morning.

I could only laugh at her. Pretty much all of my friends here in Miami were Kate's friends. I'd only been here for one year of high school and wasn't too close to anyone, so the people we would hang out with were all hers. That was exactly why my phone didn't have a single text from anyone worried about me. I didn't even have anyone I cared enough about to talk about the divorce with. And yet, I had a feeling Hayden would be a good friend. She had the perfect attitude to hang out with, and I had a blast just spending time with her today.

I wonder if she minded a friend kidnapping her when I got better?