Hi all,

Thank you for your continued feedback it's greatly appreciated. As promised here are the other women in this mess.

So Michonne got the big picture about the state of Rick's marriage only after she admitted to her buffer that they both still had feelings for one another. Can you imagine a wall of friends to protect you from yourself? Then hurricane Jenny blew in...

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Jenny & Morgan

Walking into her penthouse to find the doppelganger of her late lover was astounding, it gave her heart a start. Luckily for her the group assembled at the dinner table were more stunned by her appearance than her reaction so she figured her surprise over seeing Rick Grimes in her home and seated next to her daughter was missed. She figured his presence here was no doubt the work of her naive husband.

Always quick on her feet, Jenny reverted to the tricks of her modellings days, she sashayed across the room with an extra swivel to her hips just for her husband's benefit. However, her efforts didn't seem to have the desired effect as they usually do. She simply ruled it was due to the fact that company was present. Her man after all did have class so she couldn't exactly fault him for not responding in his usual way also given the fact her actions were somewhat disingenuous and merely to misdirect from her own personal shock her heart wasn't exactly in the moment. Bone tired from travelling all she really wanted was a bath and a bed, Morgan's sexual needs was the last thing on her mind right now.

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Still visibly shaken from seeing the face of her late lover in her living room Jenny walked towards the bathroom to draw herself a bath, she was still haunted by the blue eyes of the man she had loved for thirty years. Their love affair began as an accident one fall afternoon. His wife Mary was suddenly called out of town after her parents had been in a horrible vehicle accident. Mary had dropped Rick off at the Jones'. Richard Sr. would pick up his son after work.

Mary was gone a little over a month before one of her parent's eventually succumbed to their injuries. During this time Richard Sr. and Rick spent a great deal of time dining at the Jones. Richard Sr. offered to get a maid to help out around the house but Jenny told him she really didn't mind because Mary was there for her during her depression. Jenny was given a key to the Grimes home. She would make meals, do laundry and clean the place. During this time, Morgan worked more than eighty hours a week building the firm in Atlanta; it was around this time he purchased the penthouse to limit travelling back and forth during the week. His family would join him often on the weekends but depending on his workload he'd travel back to Kings County.

On this particular day, while at the Grimes household, three-year old Michonne was taking a nap and Rick was at school, when Sheriff Grimes showed up for a late lunch. Jenny was in the laundry room bent over retrieving the clothes from the dryer when Richard Sr. walked in. The sight of her perfect round arse in the air was like a beacon to him. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee-shirt which accentuated her perfect body. He had always been attracted to Jenny Jones. He found her to be an exotic petite creature, who wore a short cropped do; she had a beautiful oval face, almond shaped eyes with gorgeous full heart shaped lips, striking cheekbones and a long elegant neck. She had the perfect perky breasts not too big and not too small, a tiny waist and long muscular legs. Her dark skin glistened as though it were kissed by the morning dew. She was a vision, he felt himself harden instantly at the sight of her. He hadn't expected to find her there that late in the day but at the same time he wasn't disappointed either.

She hadn't heard him come in but she suddenly felt a shift in the air, she felt his eyes dissecting her body. When she stood up and turned around there was Richard Sr.'s six foot frame in his Sheriff's uniform tipping his hat toward her, greeting her, "Ms. Jenny!" His voice betrayed him it was unlike any time before, it was purely sexual. His intense blue eyes bore through her, his body also betrayed him because his arousal was evident. While her arousal was not yet visible to him she already felt her panties moisten and just like that the attraction they both had been dancing around for over a month exploded. He reached behind himself and locked the door.

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Arriving in their master suite, she heard footsteps in the hallway. Surely she thought Morgan couldn't seriously want to be intimate with a houseful of guests. The door opened and Morgan entered their master suite. The door remained ajar.

"Jenny, it would be greatly appreciated if you stayed a hotel. Michonne and I are in the middle of hosting guests and you and I really have to talk. You gave no warning as to when you'd be back from India so we weren't expecting you."

"Morgan Darling what's going on?" She feigned interest advancing into his personal space unaware of her part in the current situation. He backed away from her touch as though she was contagious. Jenny knew she was exhausted but not that exhausted to realize her loving husband's actions were totally out of character.

Morgan was ordinarily a very patient man where his family was concerned but nonetheless right now he was a man with a bruised ego having learned the woman he placed on a pedestal for thirty-five years had been unfaithful to him for the better part of their marriage. He felt broken and angry and as such, his voice was laden with the emotions he was feeling in the moment. His voice was elevated and drifted down the hallway where the others were.

"Jenny, you need to leave now. I know about your affair with Richard Sr. I know that you conned me into placing our daughter in boarding school after finding her at home with Richard Jr. I know that she was pregnant and suffered a miscarriage and you left her in a foreign country all alone. The only thing I don't know for sure is just how long you were screwing Richard Sr. but it doesn't matter; I figured it had to be about the time when Mary went back to Savannah after her folks accident. I was away during the week so it made for ideal conditions, didn't it?"

"Darling, is this a conversation we should be having with a houseful of guests?"

"Oh, if you're wondering why those kids are here, well they were her support when she couldn't count on either of her parents. I'm sure you've noticed Richard Jr. too; if it wasn't for letters he found in his father's possession y'all might have gotten away with it too. You've robbed those kids of almost seventeen years while you and Richard Sr. carried on but y'all didn't break their bond.

But you know what I can never wrap my head around is the fact that Michonne was your only responsibility in life. I took you out of New York from that run down apartment where you were barely making a living, gave you a job and when we started building a family and you suffered the miscarriages. I shouldered everything, just so we could be blessed with a child. God gave us Michonne and you just decided it was okay to stow her away like she didn't matter? My daughter was so afraid that she was a disappointment to me she ran off to school in Boston because she didn't want to come home. I treated her like a petulant child when the real problem was you. I had forsaken my child because of you and you weren't even worthy of my love.

We're done! Now get to hell out of Michonne's home. You do recall we signed this over to her when she finally came home, don't you? Leave your pass key and get to hell out! Just so you know the locks to all the properties have been changed."

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Down the hall the group, heard everything, they were stunned at the turn of events because an hour earlier, they could have sworn Mr. Jones was actually still in denial of the facts he had learnt twenty-fours prior. Rick's arms were around Michonne comforting her because in as much as she resented her mother for what she had done, she was witnessing the dissolution of her parents marriage all of which literally happened overnight. She was hurting for her father whose eyes were finally open and seeing his wife and her mother for who she really was.

"Aaron, Andrea. Come here!"

Hearing both of their names both Aaron and Andrea flew down the hallway. Upon arriving Morgan passes Aaron a dollar bill, "Your services have been retained. Cobble me a draft separation agreement granting Jenny lodgings for a week at the Hilton and I'll cut her a cheque right now until such time we can iron out the rest of our finances. Andrea you'll be the witness."

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Lori

It had already been two weeks since Rick told her he wanted out of their marriage. She knew the time would come but truthfully she was still holding off on telling him since she had yet to tell the baby's father. She knew exactly when it happened and there was no way in hell she could trap Rick with this baby.

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How could we have been so careless? It was the weekend they were to send Carl away with his grandfather, they were going to give their marriage one last try. She could fault him on many things but one, Rick Grimes was loyal to a fault. He loved his son and he loved his job. He cared for her but he was never in love with her not like he was with Michonne. If the truth were to be told they both knew he was biding his time till Carl went off to college to pop the "D" word but in the meantime, Rick Grimes was still a man who needed physical contact from time to time. As it stood, they had a biweekly ritual which was more off than on since work always seemed to get in the way some how.

Rick wasn't stupid he knew she must have been going outside of their marriage for sometime now but there was just never any proof of it until now. She was a full-blooded woman who had needs just like him. Although Rick's needs seemed more into pleasuring himself while dredging up a ghost from his past. She had caught him on several occasions when he thought she was asleep or he was alone in the house he would sneak off to his office to be alone with his memories. At least, she gave him credit for not doing it in their bed but then again, who knew with him… that night under the bleachers it wasn't exactly her name he cried out, it was Michonne's. It certainly did put a damper on the night.

Imagine her damn surprise when she finally went back to work seven months ago as a Human Relations Specialist at Negan's Recruiting Services only to find out months later that he too was linked to that bitch. What the hell was it anyway, was her sole purpose in life to be in the shadow of this woman? The relationship had started out innocent enough, her new boss Negan took her under his wings to mentor her. Suddenly, she was expected to make trips with him to interview future talent and vet them for their high-roller clients. Eventually, late night dinners going over notes led to nightcaps and eventually they were in a full blown relationship.

After a month on the job and during a high stressed day he summoned her into his office; the privacy blinds were already engaged, it was her cue to release his tension so she got down on her knees behind his oak desk and went to work. Negan was always doing shit like this, be it her on her knees servicing him or sometimes he'd take her right there on his desk. Her home life was nothing like this whenever Rick would actually graced her with his touch it was strictly missionary no passion whatsoever it was like a chore he had to get done. On this particular day, Negan was on the verge of exploding into her mouth when the door opened causing his eyes to refocus and him to yell, "OH Shit… Michonne!"

She hadn't seen the woman but what were the chances that she could be that Michonne?

Six weeks ago…

It was only after they had slept together a few times that he mentioned a fiancé. It was not like it was serious, after all she was a married woman even if it was in name only. In retrospect, she should have known, he seemed so keen on learning everything about her life and more particular about her husband, Sheriff Richard Grimes. She humoured him, perhaps he was trying to measure himself to Rick's standards but in all honesty, the bar was so low he didn't really have to try. It was that night, his phone rang while he was still in the shower and the name Michonne Jones came up on the screen with her picture. He had told her that his fiancé had ended things with him six months ago after their little afternoon session, so why was she calling him at this hour? It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured on her, she got dressed and went back to her room.

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Lori: Rick is your father still taking Carl this weekend?

Rick: Yeah. Why?

Lori: Just making sure you remembered not to make any plans.

Rick: I didn't. How were your meetings?

Lori: Lot's of potential, I think our client will be very happy. Been a long day, gonna turn in now.

Nite Rick.

Rick: Nite Lori.

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After making a quick call to Carl and wishing him good night there was a knock on her door she knew it was Negan; one doesn't walk out on Negan. She opened the door, she stood with her hand on the doorknob and the other across the frame with her body blocking the access. He stood there with his slick wet hair, his dark eyes were slits in his face, a raised brow with his forefinger and thumb running up and down his salt and pepper beard, his other hand holding onto the upper frame of the door. He was clad in his signature white tee shirt and black jeans and boots.

"Are you gonna invite me in or not?" Lori stepped sideways to grant him entrance then closed the door. "You wanna tell me just what the fuck happened? I came out of the shower only to find you gone." His voice roared out of his chest. Lori had never seen this side of him before and it scared her.

"I was naked in your bed when your phone rang and it was your fiancé… need I say more?"

"I told you we were done." He replied as he advanced on her crushing her lips with his and disrobing her, within minutes they were both naked neither of them taking anytime for protection. He took her there against the wall and several times more on the bed and in the shower. "Lesson number one" he says, "You don't ever make decisions for me."He got up dressed and left her room.

Later that week, Rick was making arrangements for his father's funeral their weekend never happened.