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as she threw clothes into her suitcases. She’d drive herself crazy with those thoughts. Should she search for evidence? She closed the suitcase and grabbed her cell thinking to call Axel. But as she held the cell phone aloft, she thought about what he was doing or had done. Looking at that video. She couldn’t heap this on him.
    Biting her lip, she looked around the bedroom. She nearly cringed looking at the bed she and Andrew shared.
    “Are you going to let him get away with this,” she exclaimed, with fury rising. “Walk all over you again?”
    She grabbed her suitcases; she was going to throw them into her car, then come back inside and search for proof. Thinking ahead, like Axel wanted.
    Axel sat in the same spot he’d sat in to watch the pornographic evidence of his wife’s infidelity. He sat in the same spot he was in when Ronan had left. Twenty minutes later, he was still sitting there. He scrubbed a rough hand over the wiry nap of his short hair. God, Ronan was good. Well what had he expected? Ronan had been good in the service; a talented spy. Of course, Ronan would get graphic proof. He must have used a long lens and there had to have been an open window at the hotel. Lucky them ... getting such solid evidence.
    Infidelity was such a tame word for screwing, and that’s what he’d seen; Andrew Darwin screwing his wife. Doing things he’d dreamed of doing with her, but she’d refused.
    Axel’s fist pounded the table. It was as if the limb was detached, because it surprised him, as if he’d been in a fog. Kiki never gave him the intimacy of oral. She would complain he was too big or he smelled funny or he had too much hair down there, and god forbid he couldn’t control himself enough that he might come in her mouth.
    “But she was giving Darwin a blowjob,” he snarled, tightening his fingers into a fist on the tabletop. A wife couldn’t for him, but would for a lover? His brain had a hard time with that.
    He’d expected to see screwing on the video ... flat out screwing. But not that! That blindsided him. He’d thought they had a good sexual life. He’d imagined even though they were at odds much of the time that he’d at least satisfied her in bed. Where it counted, right? Loving your woman’s body with all your heart.
    He. Would. Not. Cry.
    Axel stood. Took a deep breath. Then another. He unclenched his fists and shook them out. Looking around the kitchen. Anywhere but at the camcorder. He was going to go talk to his lawyer, and then he was going for a twenty mile run. Whatever it took to bleed this out of him.
    A couple hours later, as he ran in the low hills outside of town, he went over what his lawyer had told him. There was no better or worse position in divorces nowadays. It was all no contest. That meant timing wasn’t necessarily an issue for him, except his lawyer said it always worked out better for the man if he filed as quickly as possible. Once filed, any debt incurred by either party would be theirs.
    The lawyer told him to not empty the bank accounts, not to try to cancel credit cards, or do any creative bookkeeping on his business, because it would all come out at disclosure. Axel had asked if Kiki would get half of everything and the answer was, likely. The lawyer said he might be able to swing things more in Axel’s favor, but generally these things went half ... and did it through mediation. There would be that ... no getting out of mediation.
    So Kiki could screw a guy and get half of what her husband had built. It didn’t seem right somehow. But he wasn’t going to get angry over it, he just wanted out with as little damage as possible. He could rebuild what he’d lost again. He liked challenges, and he might just sell the rental shop. What he’d always wanted to do was be a pilot, so maybe now he had the time.
    Axel stopped at the top of a hill for a moment, blowing breaths as he looked over the panorama. The only timing he had to wait for now was for Liv, and then