Dave #5
Sylvie’s grandfather stepped out of the house as he recounted a clause in our pre-up I hadn’t bothered to remember like he’d been waiting on the day to recite it to me.
I knew they didn’t like me but I never gave a damn.
If I were honest I probably treated Sylvia like shit as a way to get back at them.
She was the princess of the family but she would do whatever I wanted her to. At least until now.
“We’re about to get your shit packed up.
It’ll be at my house whenever you figure out your living situation.
Don’t try to roll up without an appointment either.
I don’t take too kindly to trespassers.” Marion winked at me like he had the authority to do exactly that.
But knowing them they’d already put in a word with the sheriff who would make a move on me if I stepped one foot wrong.
I needed to get the pre-nuptial paperwork but it was clear they weren’t going to let me get my hands on it.
Since they knew just about every lawyer within the area I was going to have to go out of my way to find someone to represent me.
I wasn’t walking away from this marriage with nothing.
Even if I had to perjure myself and say I never cheated, Sylvia was going to pay for this shit.
“Y’all got today but trust and believe I’ll bounce back. Sylvia, you’re going to regret this.”
“Of all the things in the world I regret, setting you free isn’t one of them.
” She took a big exhale like saying that truly released whatever emotions she was carrying.
She looked at Royce who dropped his arm around her shoulders before she turned to walk back in the house.
Royce looked back at me and grinned before disappearing into the front door.
“Think about your kids and don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Dave.
” The second oldest Mr. Montrose gave me that advice before he turned and followed Royce and Sylvia into the house.
He passed his father who was now sitting on the rocking chair that had been knocked over when we were fighting chatting with Ms. Geraldine next door.
The rest of her family were blocking the door and there wasn’t shit else I could do about the situation right now.
My best bet would be to give her time to calm down and then talk to her without everyone else around.
I climbed in my truck thinking about where I was going to go.
My mother would only spend the night lecturing me and I wasn’t in the mood for that.
Sylvia had probably cut off my access from our joint credit card and the money I had in the bank needed to last me a minute.
So, I drove to the only person I knew was still in my corner.
She opened the door with an attitude but her face morphed into concern when she saw how I looked.
“Oh my God! What happened to you?” It was crazy how she was asking me that question looking how she looked.
My wife had done a number on her and her entire face was swollen.
She was normally so well put together but she looked rough as shit right now.
The baggy sweatsuit and puffy eyes from crying weren’t helping the situation.
I was used to Bianca looking like a video vixen when I came by so this was a complete change.
“Her fucking family jumped me so I left the bitch.” Her eyes lit up at the lie I told her and I knew she was going to fold like I’d expected Sylvia to.
I couldn’t believe that she’d stood by and let her people handle me like this.
Bianca took a step back and I walked into her place, kicking my shoes off.
Had I been smart I would’ve held onto the flowers that I had but they were probably in the trash by now.
Despite my not feeling the sentiment at least Bianca would’ve appreciated the gesture and enjoyed them.
Since the entire town knew what was up with us I hadn’t bothered to hide my truck the way I normally did.
Bianca’s place had a garage, which is where I normally parked it while I was there but I didn’t bother tonight.
I’m sure she felt this was some type of declaration but truthfully neither of us were in a position to be with the other.
I flopped down on the cream colored leather couch thinking about how quickly my life had gone to shit in just a few days.
Bianca sidled next to my side and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Her house didn’t even smell as good as it normally did.
It was overly sweet and I was already missing the clean way my house with Sylvia always smelled.
Despite the pain I was in and my annoyance I was at least guaranteed to end the night with some pussy instead of arguing like I would have with Sylvia.
So there was the silver lining to all this hell.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll prove to you that choosing me was the right choice for you to make.”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I felt like I’d sealed my fate by coming over here.
But there was no way to turn back now. The secret was out and I’d lost everything behind a chick I didn’t see a future with.
I couldn’t understand why Bianca was all up on me now.
Probably because she wanted to look like she’d won over Sylvia so she could save face in town.
She thought she was getting a man with bread but with no job and potentially no money coming from my divorce, she thought wrong.