Chapter 7
Krista was groggy at first. Then terror flashed across her face when she realized who was in the bedroom with her. “You need to go shower and get John out of your pussy,” I growled. “Then you need to call your mother and tell her to pick you up in Munich tomorrow morning,” I rasped.
Immediately, Krista began sobbing and begging me to explain. “You don’t need to tell me shit! I have everything on video,” I shouted. “Now get in the fucking shower now, you stink of sex,” I hollered.
I could hear Krista steadily sobbing while I packed all her clothes in two huge suitcases. I laid out a comfortable travel outfit for her to wear. I purposely picked out the ugliest pair of panties for her to wear and worn out bra.
While she is getting dressed, I bring her some toast and coffee. We will talk as soon as you call your mother. When she asks why you’re coming home, tell her that it’s permanent because I am divorcing you for cheating on me,” I grouse.
Again she is sobbing as she gets dressed staring at the suitcases. It is now sinking in that this is for real. When she comes into the living room, I tell her to sit on the couch and be quiet. I tell her I have something to show her and we’ll talk afterward.
There is shock on her face when the video starts and she sees herself fucking John in the jacuzzi cooing his name. Her face turns white when she hears John recruiting her to be a spy and her answering that she would do anything for him.
Krista looks petrified when she sees herself sitting on the couch naked while John tells her about her duties as a spy with her agreeing and again saying she would do anything for him. I let the video run so she could see herself getting fucked in OUR BED by another man.
Krista’s body was vibrating with fear by the time I shut off the video. “Besides watching yourself being a cheating slut, what you also just watched was yourself being a Traitor to the US. What you agreed to with John was Treason Krista.
Now she is sobbing hysterically. “You have two choices Krista. If you stay here in the US you will go to jail for a very long time with a treason conviction. Or you can go home to Germany and start your life over,” I tell her point blank.
Either way, you will no longer be my wife,” I snarl as I shove the divorce paperwork in front of her.
“Sign the fucking paper and you will be legally single in 90 days. Then you can fuck all the guys who speak German that you want.” I growl. Her hand trembles a bit while she signs the divorce. But it’s good enough that the paperwork can be filed today.
It is 9am when we arrive at SeaTac for Krista’s flight to Germany.
I pull $300 dollars out of my wallet and gave it to Krista.
I waited till she went through the baggage drop off line and met her just in front to the security check in to go to the boarding gates.
“I’ll pay alimony for one year,” I tell her.
“I’m…s-s-s-sorry J-J-J-ack,” she sobbed. “I never m-m-meant to do this to us,” she sniveled. “You tore my heart out Krista! What I saw you do with that man last night absolutely crushed me,” I answered.
“You are young enough that you can start over at home. You can find another man some day and maybe have some babies. At least you will know what not to do in a marriage. Best of luck to you Krista.” I kissed her on the cheek and left.