I quickly hung up the phone, composed myself, and ordered some takeout. Angry as I was, I couldn't mistreat my stomach.
[Ms. Walton, the investigation was easy. Antwan didn't bother to hide his tracks. Please check your email for the rest after paying the remaining fee.]
The private investigator worked quickly. After finishing my meal, I received the message.
In my email were Antwan's spending records and intimate photos.
Rings, roses, cakes, dinners for two...
I had never seen any of this.
I laughed bitterly. I paid the investigator the remaining fee.
Another email arrived.
The contents made me sick: Antwan's hotel spending records.
There were also videos from the hotel entrance and hallways.
Most of them showed he was with Jennifer.
I checked the surveillance timestamps—three months ago.
Three months ago, my alma mater invited me to give a lecture, and I stayed in that city for half a month.
That must have been when they started meeting openly.
I looked at Jennifer's pregnancy test results—eleven weeks.
My hands turned white from gripping so hard. She was exactly three months pregnant. This child was clearly Antwan's.
Too bad for Antwan, he was stupid enough to flaunt their affair in front of me.
Did he think I still loved him? That I wouldn't find out?
I contacted the lawyer again. They said they had prepared the materials.
"Ms. Walton, anytime you're ready," they said.
"Let's do it in the next few days. I want Antwan to leave with nothing," I said.
As I'd guessed, it wasn't easy to let Antwan leave with nothing. We'd been married for a year with no kids. Even if he'd cheated, it would only mean a slightly smaller split of assets.
The court summons landed in Antwan's lap in no time.
He changed his number three times to call me. It was driving me up the wall.
"Sue, what are you playing at? Taking our divorce to court. Have you no shame?" Antwan's voice boomed as soon as I picked up.
"Nothing much. Just got my hands on some juicy stuff I thought I'd share in court," I said with a smile.
After hanging up, I unblocked Antwan on WhatsApp and sent him two pictures.
One showed him kissing Jennifer, and the other was a receipt with their expenditures.
[You're dragging us to court over this? Let me explain. The photo is misleading. Jennifer's my secretary. We're just friends.]
He was typing more, but I didn't care to see it. I blocked him again.