Free Be Careful What You Wish For by Jade C. Jamison Page A

said, “God, you look like hell.”
    I wanted to tell her it wa s because her husband was crazy in bed (which was an understatement but was probably something she already knew), yet I thought better of it.  She had some hard enough news to swallow.  I didn’t need to be a bitch about it and make it worse.  As I settled in, I said, “Well, let’s just say I had a busy night.”
    She had a wicked smile on her face, and I realized she was going to enjoy catching her husband.  When I thought about the weird mixed emotions I’d felt for Kage, I knew that if he had been my man, I wouldn’t have been happy at all to find out he was having sex with another woman.  I would have been devastated and probably angry, definitely weepy and heartsick.  But she looked like a cop who enjoyed catching speeders.  Strange.  “Do tell.”
    I sighed and dug my phone out of my purse.  I said, “Be careful what you wish for.”  I pulled up the pictures and slid the phone over.  There wasn’t much evidence, and she went through them quickly.  I had taken some pictures of him lying in bed “sleeping” with his clothes off (although his private parts were covered).  There were no pictures of the two of us actually having sex and I would never have dreamed of taking photos like that, although I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d demanded them.
    She slid my phone back to me.  “Mmm-hmm.  Just as I’d suspected.  That dirty bastard.”  She took a sip of her coffee and then said, “He never even called me with an excuse as to why he wasn’t home.  If I hadn’t known what was going on, I probably would have reported him missing.”  She tapped her manicured nail on the table.  “So…having spent a night with him, were you able to figure out how often he does this?  Were you just par for the course?”
    Well…the fact that she hadn’t heard from him—for the first time ever —should have been her first clue.  But she didn’t get it.  I was so tired and full of turmoil for my own self that it was hard for me to whip up any sense of empathy for this heartless woman.  “I think last night was the first—and only —time he’ll ever cheat on you.”
    “Oh, bullshit.”   She realized she’d said it a little too firmly, calling attention to herself, and lowered her voice again.  “I’m not that stupid.”
    That was when I saw Kage come in the door.  My heart started thudding at the sight of him in broad daylight.  Fay didn’t see him from her angle, and she’d planned it that way.  She hadn’t wanted to be spotted in the coffee shop by passersby.  But Kage couldn’t miss me or his wife’s perfectly coifed platinum hair.  “Believe what you like.” 
    Gorgeous Kage grabbed a chair and slid it up to the table where his wife and I sat.  He sat on it backwards, leaning his upper body against the back.  He threw several papers on the table.  “I want a divorce.”
    Fay’s face turned white.  “What?”
    “You heard me.”
    “ You want a divorce?  You were the one cheating on me !”
    He shook his head.  “Last night made me realize a lot of things.”
    “You can’t divorce me.”
    He smiled.  “Those papers there?  Just the beginning.”  He looked over at me then.  “I really should thank you, Fay.  Jessica and I wouldn’t have met each other if you hadn’t sent her my way.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He looked at me again, the man who was my soulmate, the guy I knew I needed to spend eternity with.  “I mean I’m leaving you—with or without a divorce.  Yeah, last night I cheated on you, but you threw this girl into my arms, and it made me see how empty I am when I’m with you.”
    I smiled at him and then looked at Fay.  “Keep your money.”  I considered telling her sorry , but I wasn’t.
    Her jaw slackened.  She wasn’t upset she was losing her husband.  No…I got from her the sense that she felt she’d been bested, and that pissed her off.  Still,