Free Queen of Pain (Things YouCan't Tell Mama) by D T Pollard Page B

was furious and began punching numbers on his phone.
    “Allen, this is Brandon. I just got served with a fucking half a billion dollar lawsuit for contract fraud by my wife! I’m coming over to your office right now. I don’t give a damn what appointments you have, cancel them. You’re my attorney and I pay you a shitload of money as a retainer. I’m on my way,” Brandon said as he stormed out of the house.
    A week later Brandon’s attorney’s met with Tara’s legal team and they presented what they had to support Tara’s case. Brandon met with his lawyers the next day.
    “Brandon, who is Ashley Nelson?” Allen Swartz, Brandon’s lead attorney asked.
    Brandon’s entire demeanor changed.
    “She’s the wife of my friend, Frazier,” Brandon said.
    “Is that you kissing her in a hotel hallway in Las Vegas?” Allen asked.
    Brandon sat there with his mouth open in disbelief.
    “Yes, that’s me. Where did this come from?” Brandon asked.
    “Never mind that, do you see this text message and the date? Is that a message from Ashley to you about an encounter you had with her the night before? It reads, “Brandon you were so naughty last night. I can still taste you and feel you inside me. Can’t wait to be with you again.” Now the from phone number is Ashley’s and the to phone number is yours. The date is two months before you got married. This next message is from last week after you were with her again. Now watch this video,” Allen said.
    “Do you Brandon Larson take Tara Wilson to be your wife – to live together after God’s ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?” the minister officiating Brandon’s wedding said.
    “I will,” said Brandon and then Allen paused the video.
    “So, Brandon what figure do you propose to settle with your wife or do you want this shown to a jury, because with that ‘I do’ you just fraudulently enticed Tara Wilson, your present wife, into entering into a contract with you because you were already in breach of the terms?” Allen asked.
    Brandon sat there as expressionless as a stone.
    “What do you suggest,” Brandon said.
    “One hundred million, you’re worth two billion now. It’s a drop in the bucket. Get it over and done with as quickly as possible and still pay the terms of the prenuptial agreement that you are in violation of and move on. Hopefully your board of directors doesn’t throw you out on your ass for soiling the reputation of the company. Women aren’t going to like this story and there are a lot of women using freindworld. You could become a corporate liability,” Allen said.
    “Draw up the offer,” Brandon said as he left the conference room.
    “Asshole, but that was an easy ten million in fees. Drinks on me tonight,” Allen said to his law partners.
    Two weeks later Tara signed off on a settlement for one hundred million dollars for Brandon fraudulently enticing her to enter into marriage with him. Tara also would receive the payout on her prenuptial agreement including the ten million dollars for Brandon’s violation of the infidelity clause. Frazier divorced Ashley and she left with three million dollars which was half of her prenuptial payout if she hadn’t been caught cheating. Brandon broke off his relationship with Ashley because he blamed her carelessness with her electronic communications to him for the reason they were discovered to be cheating with each other.
    “Brandon, you didn’t have to do this to me. If you never loved me, why didn’t you just leave me alone instead of dragging me through the mud like this?” Tara said as she was leaving the house for the final time.
    “Tara, I’m sorry. I did love you.