Epilogue
Sara
I am surprised when I get home on the following Thursday to find my BMW parked outside the front of the mansion with a small trailer hooked up behind it. When I get to the front door, I find that my key no longer unlocks the front door. There is a note tacked to the door with my name on it.
Sara….you are longer welcome in my home for any reason.
Not on the holidays, not on birthdays, not on any days.
You are a tramp and will always be a tramp.
Jack has already filed for divorce. You will be served shortly.
I suggest you move to Las Vegas and live with your friends who are obviously more important to you than Jack or I… I disown you…
There are tears rolling down my face as I reread the note a second time. I have been filed on by Jack, I have been locked out of the home I grew up in, my mother has disowned me. Evidently my weekend in Las Vegas has cost me my husband and my mother.
Jack
Not wanting to communicate with Sara in any manner, Fallon took me to an adult resort in Jamaica for a week.
The resort is a clothes optional swinger’s resort.
Fallon insisted that we join the lifestyle so as she gets older, I will have younger women to play with.
Did I agree? Yes, but only after she promised that she would marry me as soon as my divorce is final.
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