I moved into a new apartment days after my slut of a wife demanded a divorce. According to her, I was a disgusting, sex-starved pervert because she found a couple of pornographic spams in my email. Little did she know I knew the truth about her. I had been having suspicions about her for awhile, and had installed some spy cameras around the house while she was visiting family a few months earlier. I hid one in our bedroom, and others throughout the house, and was quickly rewarded for my efforts. Days after she came back from her visit, I saw her in our bedroom, getting herself off while on the phone. A check of the phone records showed a call to a number in her hometown, which I was able to trace to a man she had gone to high school with.
After that, there was several more of these phone sessions, each happening during days when she knew I'd be at work late. Finally, a week before she demanded the divorce and kicked me out, I watched my 'innocent' wife take a strange man's cock in her ass, twice. This coming from a woman that wouldn't even have sex with me with the lights on, because she 'thought sex was a dirty thing'. She never initiated sex, and always tolerated my advances reluctantly.
The only reason I moved so quietly, and held my tongue, was because my attorney advised me that presenting my evidence of her unfaithfulness would be counter-productive so early in the game. There was an alimony hearing scheduled for the near future, and we were going to reveal our evidence then. She was asking for what would be 60% of my base income as alimony, as well as the house, cars, and everything else of value we had accumulated over a decade of marriage. The judge hearing the case was known to take a very dim view of cheating spouses, and we were very confident we would walk out with pretty much everything once our proof was revealed. All I had to do was keep my nose clean until the hearing.
My new home was a small apartment over the garage of an associate of mine from work. He was officially renting it to me for a large amount of money, but in reality, rent was only a couple of hundred dollars a month. He simply cashed my large checks, deposited the majority of the money into a separate account, and kept the real amount. My attorney didn't know about the arrangement, since I set it up as a dodge on the alimony, just in case. It came fully furnished in what I called bachelor chic. A beat up fold out sofa bed couch, shelving units made up of cinder blocks and boards, and a beat up queen sized bed. Of course, the most expensive thing in the place was the entertainment system. He used the place mainly to watch sports with the guys, so the furnishings were perfect for the needs.
My bedroom window overlooked the backyard of the house next to us, and the owner of that house had a Jacuzzi built into a deck against the wall. I had seen the tenants of the house a few times, and the woman living there was a very pretty lady. Tall, plump in the right places, dark skinned and jet black hair that cascaded down her back. A few days after moving in, I saw her as I was pulling up to the curb. She was struggling with a couple of heavy bags, and I trotted over, offering my help.
"Thank you so much, but I don't want you to get into trouble on my account." I must have looked like a complete fool, because I had no idea what she was talking about. She never moved, but her right hand gestured towards a van parked down the block.
"That van down the street? The black one? It's owned by a private investigator I hired for my own divorce a couple of years ago. According to Garrett, you're in the middle of a nasty divorce yourself, and I know this guy handles cheating spouse cases on a regular basis."
"You're sure of this?"
"Absolutely. He's the reason I have this house and everything in it. Saved me from my asshole ex. Now go away, before he gets more pictures."
I nodded, and went back to my car, stunned, but not really surprised. I knew Andi was a cold-hearted cheating bitch, but the fact that she was spending my money on a private investigator to catch me doing something she was doing herself...I almost lost it right there. The irony of the situation was just too sweet. She was in for a big surprise. Now that I knew about it, I would be even more careful about who I spoke to, and what I did.
That night, sitting in my rat hole, drinking a beer and watching TV, I was surprised by a knock on the door. I was about to get up and answer it when Garrett walked in.
"The knocking was just a courtesy. I do own the place, after all."
He went right to the fridge, grabbed one of my beers, and plopped into the ratty, but still comfortable chair across from me.
"So Melody told me what she told you. I was as shocked as you must have been. I had no idea Andi was so vindictive...or so stupid. Well, I knew she was stupid, she did marry you, after all."
I flipped him the bird, and he laughed.
"I've recruited some of my son's friends to do a quiet drive-by and paint his van for you. They think he's spying on us, so no worries. Besides, they've hit my house for the last three years with toilet paper, and I've never been able to catch them. I doubt this clown could, either."
"As much as I wish I could see it, you should call them off. I don't want even the slightest hint of trouble with anyone."
"They're going to also hit several other cars in the neighborhood. The only thing is, they own all the cars they're going to hit, except that one. Trust me, it will look like a totally random incident."
"In that case, see if they can get pictures."
We laughed, and shot the bullshit for a while. As Garrett finally got up to leave, after drinking most of my beer, he dropped a minor bombshell on me.
"Melody wants to have you for dinner...I mean, over for dinner once things settle down for you. She was highly impressed with you, for some odd reason. It also helps that I told her the truth about what was going on with Andi, as well."
I just shook my head, and Garrett laughed.
