Free My Wife's Li'l Secret by Eve Rabi Page A

losing my wife. He is the reason my kids will be deprived of a happy home.
    Cunt!
     
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    I awoke at 9 a.m. and stumbled downstairs to give my kids breakfast.
    Olga and Viggo were still asleep, so I knew the kids wouldn’t be fed.
    The shock of seeing my wife fuck another man, her brother at that, was wearing off, and I eagerly awaited denial’s visit. It would give me time to process the fact that my marriage was over.
    Denial failed to show up, and all I felt was a feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach.
    Maybe denial didn’t visit if someone was hung over, I thought.
    My hangover raged, so I popped four aspirins, a tall glass of water, and followed that with a large Coke.
    I’m going to be divorcing Liefie soon, I thought as I stared out of my kitchen window. I will never hold Liefie in my arms again, never make love to her again, never feel her arms around me as she looked into my eyes.
    I slumped into my chair, feeling like an eighteen-wheeler was parked on my chest.
    I was mourning the loss of what should have been. Or what had been prior to us losing our son.
    Thank God anger showed its face.
    Full custody, that’s what I planned to get. No way was I going to let Olga rear my kids. She was clearly a toxic influence; her judgment was impaired in the worst possible way.
    And anyway, I doubted the courts would give her custody after being made aware of the sickening footage. She wasn’t interested in the children anyway, so I suspected I would not really have a huge custody battle on my hands.
    Even though I needed to call Jai, I hesitated. Grabbing my sunglasses, I dragged my fragile self onto my patio, flopped into a lounger, and stared across my pool into the tranquil nature reserve which was my backyard. As I watched the kookaburras dancing around in the morning sunlight without a care in the world, a sense of loss pervaded my shattered soul.
    After downing another four aspirins for my mother of a hangover, I called Jai and arranged to meet in an hour. Even though it was a Sunday, Jai agreed to meet without asking questions. I was grateful for that.
    Liefie and Viggo stumbled downstairs around midday and headed in tandem towards the coffee percolator.
    Even though I willed myself to look at my wife, I couldn't. After what I had seen, it was so goddamn hard to look at her and not see her on her knees pleasuring her brother.
    When I did sneak a glance at the woman I once loved so much – who used to talk to me on the phone for hours and who couldn’t wait to be in my arms, who once told me that she never knew men like me existed; good, decent, family men –  thought, what a brilliant actress she was. To lie so convincingly? Bravo!
    “You should go, leave. Nobody wants you around.”
    No wonder she said those nasty things to me – I was in the way.
    Good guys finish last, I concluded.
    As for Fuckhead, once again he paraded around shirtless, and I resisted the urge to lunge at him, grab the cigarette out of his hand and stub it out on his chest. From the corner of my eye, I watched Olga make two cups of coffee and hand one to Fuckhead.
    Two cups of coffee, not three; I was invisible, remember? Just the cuckolded breadwinner of this house. Just the fool who provided her with unlimited means to deceive me.
    I waited for her to ask why I had slept in the spare room, but she didn’t. Obviously she didn’t give a crap what I did.
    But what angered me most was her disinterest in the kids. She didn’t even ask if they had had breakfast.
    Without a word, I showered, dressed, got into my Jeep, and eased it out of the driveway.
    Olga ran after my Jeep. “What time are you coming back?”
    Ignoring her, I kept on going and turned the Jeep into the road.
    “Ritchie!”
    Fuck you, you dirty bitch!
    “RITCHIE!”
    Then Viggo walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Her bare shoulder.
    For a moment, I stopped and stared at the deceitful pair in my rear view mirror, and I have to tell you,