my office didn't call but that was no problem because I owned the place. I sat there for hours like a stump before I had the foresight to go digging, if this bitch had kept an abortion from me what else had she been hiding all these years? Who the fuck was this person? Needless to say after five hours of systematically going through every scrap of her belongings I found a whole other person living in my house. Not only had she had more than one abortion which after I found the evidence of the first going back seven years I threw up until I thought I would pass out. When I could stand to look at her stuff again not knowing what the hell was gonna jump out at me next, I found the affair she'd had with her boss, the away conferences she'd been to over the years that had actually been orgies, the stupid cunt even kept pictures of the shit. I downloaded those to my hard drive. I hadn't quite deduced what I was going to do yet my mind was still stuck on my murdered children; the anger was such that if she'd walked into the house then I would've ended her. I went through every emotion there is and I learned one thing that day, true love can die. Mine died a quick fucking death and was replaced by a black rage that threatened to consume me. Halfway through the bottle I'd hatched a plan, I wanted her out of my life but I'd be damned if she was going to take half of everything I'd worked for. I thought of every degrading hurtful thing I could do to her, what would hurt her most? By the time she returned from work that evening I'd have set everything to rights, she'd never know that I'd rifled through her every possession or that I'd made copies of every incriminating thing I found, including pictures of her married boss and the other men and women she'd fucked over the years. I'm sure her boss wouldn't like the fact that he was into being fucked by a dog to get into the wrong hands. I had a wealth of information at my fingertips all that was needed was time and planning to put it to the best use. The first thing I needed to do was take care of the doctor thing I used star sixty nine to retrieve the last call and got the same nurse, after explaining to her that the phone had been faulty and I'd missed what she'd said I told her my wife would be calling her the next day for the results as I was now rushed for time. If she would ever stop to question why it had taken me this long to call back I don't know but it was the best I had. Next I had to figure out how to live in the same house as this bitch for as long as it was going to take for me to bring her down. It turns out that wasn't so hard to do. When she came home I pretended to have now gotten in myself from the office. "Oh Zola a Dr. Sylvain's office called." I let the words hang in the air and watched her sweat, she looked fucking panicked like her world was about to come tumbling down. Not yet bitch. "I'm sorry but the phone went crazy and I didn't get any of what they were saying so maybe you want to call them back tomorrow. You okay? I didn't know we were changing doctors." She sighed in relief and went back to stocking her special bullshit health drinks. "Well Dr. Carter is great but I just thought we should look around you know, it's been years with no results." Fucking bitch. That night I'd made up some story about having a urinary tract infection, I'm not even sure if men had those things but I could've sworn I saw Tom Hanks suffering one in the Green Mile. She bought it and that was how I got out of her bed and into the guest room. At night while she was asleep I was on my laptop for hours formulating my plans. First I set up a new offshore account, we had a joint account that neither of us paid too much attention to because there was always money we just transferred money into the household account to pay the bills. I syphoned off all of mine but didn't touch hers. Next I went after the long term CDs those took some maneuvering but in the end I got them