Divorce

She smirked. “My husband? You won’t be that soon.” Anita knew he could try hard to deny it, given how he was speaking yesterday when she was there. After she left, she went back to his firm to find James, and she had asked for the footage. She shoved her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone. She swiped and clicked on the footage, playing it. She turned it over and showed him how he was enjoying and moaning while she was sucking him. Charles’s eyes widened even more. He tried to process it.

“How?” he asked, shock lacing his voice. “How did you get it?”

She laughed, her laugh dry. “I was a fool. I was worried and couldn’t sleep, thinking something bad must have happened to you.” She paused, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall. “But who could have imagined that you were enjoying yourself, and you dared to tell me you loved me, you son of a bitch?”

“How did you fucking get that footage of me?”

“So, you were the one?” Anita asked. “In it. With her.”

“Answer my question!