I was anxious.
I was stressed and wearing my brother-in-law's clothes.
Why didn't I just bring a duffel bag? It's what any normal person would do.
"She's coming home today?" Alice asked me over breakfast. She was eating an apple with peanut butter on top of it. —or peanut butter with a bit of apple. Her voice was laced with hatred.
"Yeah, I guess. But I haven't heard from her." I told her, slightly worried since Riley hadn't called me yet.
"You should call your lawyer, Edward. So shit doesn't hit the fan when she finds out the locks are changed." Alice said wisely.
"I know." I said, lamely.
"I'll go sleep at home again, anyway. I've imposed long enough now."
Alice gave me the 'look'.
"Stop it, right now. I love you, you're always welcome here. But you're stretching out Jazz's shirts and he doesn't like that," she joked and punched me.
I blew her a kiss.
"I know, Allie. And tell him I'll buy him some new ones." I smirked.
"Why are you in such a hurry to go back there if you hate it so much?"
"Because I want to get my shit together. I need to pack stuff and throw stuff away. I told you I don't want that place anymore." I shrugged.
Alice cocked her head to the side, one lock of straight, black hair falling over her shoulder.
"Just take anything you want to keep and bring it here. Jasper and I will go and throw all the rest away."
I nodded.
"Good plan, actually. I'll look for something else as fast as I can, but I do need to know for how much the condo will sell first." I explained.
"Just think about it, okay? I have to get going, or I'll be late." She said, stuffing the last piece of apple into her mouth and washing it down with espresso. —coffee genes.
"See you tonight?" She asked me.
"I don't know yet, I'll text you later."
"Call Riley!" She shouted over her shoulder as she covered half her face with a tangerine colored scarf.
The second she closed the front door, my phone rang.
Freaky Alice.
"Edward, good morning. I have some great news for you, epic -If I can trust Bree's words." Riley was a sly bastard, a master of slipping through the maze of the justice system.
He did everything for my company.
He did everything for my personal stuff.
He was a shark.
A winner, and I paid him well for that.
"Riley, you have no idea how happy I am to hear from you."
"The papers are ready. I'll email them to you, to the company address. She doesn't have access to that, has she?"
I smiled into the phone.
"Not at all, she never cared about anything besides the paycheck I was taking home to her."
"Great. I'll forward them to you in a minute. Feel free to tell me if you want to make changes or additions, but I think I got it pretty spot-on. The notes are added as well to clarify, so you know what you're reading."
"Thanks, man. I can't express my gratitude enough," I started but he interrupted me.
"No worries, Edward. You're such a great client of mine, you really believed in me when I was fresh out of law school. I honestly really appreciate it. We will win this, if she decided to take the case to court. But, to be frank, I don't think she'll do that. She has a lot more to lose when she'll fight this."
Riley was right.
As I read through the document Riley delivered to my mailbox, I couldn't help but smile as his silly notes, even describing the way Tanya would possibly react.
She would get her share of money from our joint accounts if she agreed to Riley's terms, which was only fair since she worked a fulltime job as well.
She wouldn't get anything else. Since she was unfaithful and we had proof, she'd get even less when she decided to fight this. Part of me hoped she would, but I'd feel like a thief. I was glad we were only married for three years, so she wouldn't get half of everything or a monthly allowance.
The convertible was under my name.
The condo was mine as well.
She could pack her clothes and go, or I'd give everything away.
I wanted nothing of her.
Abso-fucking-lutely not a single thing.
If she wanted her car, her fancy, rich boyfriend could buy her a new one.