There’s photo after photo of Corina and this man, and since I hired Justin only five days ago, after my lawyer said my prenup was ironclad, that means she has to see him every single day in order for him to have taken all these photos in so many places. And they look pretty cozy, as if it’s been going on for a while.
As if he read my mind, Justin says, “Their calls and messages started over a year ago. All of it is documented in the file I gave you. There is more than enough proof to show a judge that she is in fact having an affair. Your prenup will be null and void.”
I sit back in my chair so roughly it knocks the wind out of me. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I repeat, shaking my head.
If only I had listened to Steph sooner, hired a PI when she suggested it all those weeks ago. Hell, she’d been suspicious of Corina several times over the years. Who knows how long I could’ve been through with this fucked-up situation if I hadn’t stuck my head in the sand, trying to just get through it like a good little soldier?
“Thank you,” I murmur, and he nods.
“I’ve gotta get back to the office. Thanks for the lunch,” he says, picking up the paper bag holding the meal I packaged up for him when he agreed to meet me ASAP at my restaurant instead of me having to go to his office, since I didn’t have anyone to man the kitchen.
“No problem.” And then he’s gone.
I glance at my watch and see Jared should be here for the dinner shift in four hours. Which means I have four hours to plan my attack. First and foremost, I need to call my lawyer.
He answers on the second ring. “Sorry, Winston. I still haven’t found any type of loophole—”
My heart pounds with excitement and anxiousness as I cut him off. “Don’t need it. I’ve got her. I’ve finally fucking got her, Ron.”
I hear his exhale of relief. “Tell me everything.”
And I do. I download all of Justin’s findings, and Ron is 100 percent sure I have everything needed to prove the prenup is now null and void.
“How long do you need to get the divorce papers together?” I ask, hoping it won’t take days.
“For you, give me two hours. I’ll hand deliver them to you wherever you need. Time to nail this bitch,” he replies, and I can’t help but chuckle. Ron and I have become more like friends over the years, and he knows everything about my Corina situation. Any little detail I could recall, trying to see if it would help my case and cancel out my prenup, I would tell him, with photographic evidence. But this is finally the ticket out.
Several hours later, with an extra copy of the photos in a folder along with papers bearing the title Dissolution of Marriage at the top, I try to keep the grin off my face as I ring Corina’s doorbell.
Yes, I probably should’ve stayed away to allow her to be served by someone else, but to the very depths of my soul, I needed to see her face when she realizes it’s over, when she realizes she’s not getting a fucking thing from me after putting me and our son through hell for the last seven years.
When the door opens, she scowls at me, crossing her arms haughtily. “What do you want? Nick is at Mom and Dad’s, and it’s not your week to see him.”
“While I’d love to see my son and am not the slightest bit surprised he’s not with his mother when she’s supposed to be responsible for him, I’m actually relieved he’s not,” I tell her, my blood practically vibrating through my veins.
Her scowl deepens. “And why is that? Hurry up. I’ve got shit to do.”
“Shit to do? So is that what you’re calling this uh…” I open the folder and look at the name of the man she’s having an affair with. “Harrison Charmers? Because I agree. Anyone willing to have a secret relationship with a woman like you is most likely a piece of shit.”
Her eyes widen, and her haughtiness falls away. Even a master manipulator like Corina can’t hide the absolute shock of being caught when she thought she was invincible.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, and I smirk.
“Cobi,” I prompt, and the Mayson family cop steps up beside me from where he was leaning against the house where she couldn’t initially see him. At first I asked if he could come in case she went absolutely batshit on me when I gave her the divorce papers. But then I was informed I couldn’t give her the papers myself and needed someone official to do it, so he’s doing me a favor by killing two birds with one stone.