'Of course, no problem. Thank you Troy' I heard Jack say into his phone
'You know me, always working. Doctor's orders couldn't stop me' he gave a light chuckle
Feeling irritated by listening to him, I checked the time; 9:30am. I didn't wake up with the headache I had anticipated.
I had woken up earlier by 5:30am when I slept off on the couch with the wine bottle on the floor. I forcefully dragged myself back upstairs.
I got out of bed and thought about taking a shower when I heard him again
'Oh she's okay, she was really tired'
Changing my mind, I went down to the kitchen for breakfast. Jack joined me moments later.
He kissed my cheek 'Good morning honey'
'How are you feeling?' I asked. Right now, being around him almost made my skin crawl.
'I feel better, just the headaches'
'Your painkillers are in the bathroom cabinet' I said 'Now sit'
As he took a seat at the counter, I remembered when Jack asked me to pick high stools for the kitchen, he didn't like my choices and settled for a design I found too feminine.
Troy came in minutes later
'Troy,you're just in time. Join us' I said
'Thank you Skye, I'm running a bit late. But I'll take you up on your offer next time' he winked
'Hey! I'm right here' said Jack 'No breakfast for you'
'Fine. Here are the files you asked for'
'Thanks. I should be back at the office soon'
'You better' Troy smiled 'Alright guys, later'
I cleared up when we were done while Jack was in his study going through whatever Troy brought.
I was approaching the stairs when I heard something break. I rushed to Jack's study to find him on the floor groaning
'Jack? What's wrong?' I was at his side
His eyes were closed as he gritted his teeth. His hands held both sides of his head as he started rambling. It was incomprehensible till I heard the words 'you're pregnant'
He made a sound before shaking then relaxing.
I took him upstairs to rest, I gave him his painkillers and told him to rest a bit. In minutes he was out & almost snoring.
Heading back to his study, i decided to snoop.
I hardly went into Jack's study, besides being there too long usually made me feel claustrophobic.
The brown interior and bookshelves, with his desk always piled up with work still looked the same as always. I went through the documents on the desk and found nothing important.
Disappointed, I arranged his files and cleared the broken glass on the floor. I was trying to close a drawer when I noticed it had a false bottom.
I popped it open and saw more documents. Account statements, different paperworks, I didn't have much time, I took a picture of every single page.
I thought I was done when I noticed one more document in the drawer, my heart almost stopped. How long had he been planning this? Divorce papers.
I took pictures of the 3 page document and put everything back the way they were.
I called Amy & we decided to meet for lunch later on. I sat on the couch facing the TV, sitting still was hard, I wanted to go through what I had found, I needed to be ready for whatever was coming.
I changed my seat taking a new position where I could see the stairs in case Jack was coming.
There were account statements in my name with Sinclair Bank. I was silly for trusting Jack, it showed that money had been passing through the account, mostly from Jack. Why was he funding my old account without telling me?
Turned out instead if closing the accounts, he added himself as a signatory to the account and all notifications were being sent to him.
Another paperwork, was an account of expenditures, sales and all that. This was usually Jack's specialty and almost assumed it was office work till I noticed each month had two copies but the numbers weren't the same , one copy's total amount was always higher than the other. The ones with lower amounts were clipped together. Whoever Jack was doing this for, he was stealing money from them.
I scanned the documents then saw a signature at the bottom 'R.B. Bailey'.
'Randall Bailey' I said to myself 'Shit!'
I took a deep breath, Jack had crossed the line. It felt like I married a totally different person, even the divorce papers stated he was only going to give me the house, almost everything else was his. I clenched my fists, the cheating bastard had the nerve.
I was trying to calm my racing heart when I heard the bedroom door open from upstairs. I looked at my watch, two hours had passed . I went upstairs to see Jack in the bathroom.
'Are you okay honey?' I asked
'I'm much better thanks' he replied drying his face with a towel before kissing my forehead and getting back in bed.
He looked uncomfortable, I wanted to roll my eyes so badly at his awful attempt at being composed.
'I have to head into town. I think they messed up a cake and it has to be delivered today' I frowned 'I'll make you something before leaving'
'Its fine babe. I'll just order pizza, the hospital food made me miss such junk' he tried joking
I gave a fake laugh as I patted his hand 'Alright then. If you need anything just call me. I won't be long'
Words couldn't describe the satisfaction I felt as I drove out of the garage. I didn't wanna be around him, taking the corner exiting our street, I saw Camille from afar. My foot suddenly itched to go harder on the gas and run her over but that would make me crazy and I'd go to jail. I sighed in mock disappointment and drove past her like I hadn't seen her.
Amy was seated at the far end of the restaurant, sipping her water, I took my seat.
'Hey. Sorry I'm late. Had to tell Jack I was heading to the store to fix a cake' I said
She smiled 'Nice, you're right on time though. Let's order'
We went through the menu and after deciding the waiter took the menus and left
'He wants a divorce' I said
'He said so?' asked Amy
'No. I found divorce papers' I sent the pictures
She went through it 'Where did you find this?'
'A drawer in his study'
'So he just left something this important in his drawer. That's strange'
'Its not like that' I said then rambled the whole story to her excluding Randall's statements. I also thought about telling her about Camille most likely being pregnant but I held my tongue.
'Did you find anything else?' she asked
I sent the pictures of my old Sinclair account statement
'Almost similar to what the cops showed us. What the hell is Jack doing?' she raised a brow
'I don't even know who I got married to Amy.' my head bent slightly
'Believe it or not Skye, we'll get through this. If Jack is really working with Randall, we need to shield you. Plausible deniability'
'Who is he any way? I asked
'He's been affiliated with a few dealers posing as legit businessmen in the past. Nobody could ever get enough evidence to nail him. He definitely has connections' she sighed
'Jack' I whispered 'What have I gotten myself into?'
Relax' she out her hand on mine 'You'll be okay'
'I believe you Amy' I responded
'Now let's eat. I'm actually starving'