By the time we made it into the store, I was a raging mess inside. It was only the warmth and weight of twins in my arms that kept me grounded. The saleswoman, a matronly type with a heavy British accent, was all smiles and very helpful, putting my sons at ease within the first few seconds. All was going well as she showed us around the store as I chose the things I wanted to be delivered immediately. That is until she remarked about my 'wife' and what a lovely family we were.
"She's not my wife!" The poor woman's face fell, and she looked embarrassed, but I didn't have it in me to care. People shouldn't make assumptions. The incubator that had carried my babies for nine months did that thing where it looks like she's caving in on herself or trying to disappear from view. She used to do that shit when she felt threatened or out of her depth.
now I could care less if she melted into the flooring. I left her standing there and carried on with my shopping. I already had someone lined up to kit out their nursery, so this stuff was just for now. I could either send this to my mom's when I no longer need it or give it to charity since I'm sure she's gonna want to set up a nursery of her own.
I haven't told her about my twins yet, just that I had something very important to discuss with her. She's meeting us back at the house in a couple of hours, which should be all the time I need to be here. Diana wasn't saying much of anything since I'd clipped her wings by telling the lady that she wasn't my woman. She was still looking hurt and morose, but what the fuck did she expect?
She can't seriously think that I'm going to play house and pretend to be a happy family with her. Been there, done that, and have the scars on my heart to prove it. She'd be lucky after my lawyer is done with her to get visitation of any kind. He's already talking parental alienation and all the other shit that she'd done.
I'd chosen this particular lawyer for the case because I knew that he himself had gone through a horrible divorce a few years back and had been emasculated by his cheating slag of a wife. Now he scents blood in the water whenever one of these cases comes across his desk and goes after the female involved with the intent to decimate.