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Letter One: A Petition of Divorce

Sam watched her mother walking away in complete shock. He'd been calling his wife everyday for a month straight and hadn't been able to get her to answer. He showed up to her job and was turned away, tried to find out where she was staying but never figured it out. He looked down at the manila envelope, marked with the words CERTIFIED, he wasn't a fool. He knew what this was and he could feel by the weight of it, it was filled to the brim with divorce papers but what he didn't know was why after five and half years of marriage his wife was doing this.

That was a lie.

He had a small idea but he only had a last message from her. He knew what he was doing and he understood completely if that had been the official last time since he'd seen her but it wasn't. She came home twice. The first time with all the force that she had inside her, her presence was larger than what it usually was… she was on a mission. She needed to know something, she looked at him with those eyes and held him hostage in her gaze. He watched diligently as she stepped out of her shoes, removed the jacket she was wearing revealing his favorite dress. A blue, off shoulder dress that she'd wear every so often to tease him. Cobalt blue to be exact but this time it was to prove a point and she proved it. He was drooling, his body reacted instantly and he wanted to touch her. Sam started to move towards her but she held her hand up, stilling him.

She reached behind her and slowly unzipped the dress, letting it fall at her feet causing him to groan, she kept her eyes trained on him. She looked at him watching his features, he could tell she was upset because of the rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were clouded… he knew what that meant, she'd been crying.

"Was this not enough?" She asked. "Did I not do enough?"

Sam looked at her confused before, sighing. "I… Merce."

Mercedes shook her head. "Don't. You're just going to say what I want to hear and make me forgive you but I don't want to forgive you! I want to be angry because I have every right to be angry!"

"Please, just let me explain. I know I don't-"

"Right, you don't deserve that! You don't deserve the privilege to look at me like this, you don't deserve the privilege of getting hard and you don't deserve to have me."

Sam ran a hand through his hard, stopping at the nape of his neck and pulling. "Mercedes, I know what I did was wrong and I've been trying to apo-"

She took a step towards him, her eyes were now filled with rage. "I gave you every piece of me, I made love to you whenever, wherever and you brought some bitch into my house and fucked her. IN MY HOUSE!"

Sam flinched. Hearing her say it out loud made what he did that much worse. "I fucked up, I just…"

"No! You don't get to use that bullshit excuse. Men hit on me left and right and yet I still manage to only have you fucking me!" She spat, stepping back when he moved closer to her.

"Baby, I messed up. I wasn't thinking with my head… I just gave into temptation and I know…" He stopped when he saw the tears rolling down her beautiful face.

"You cheated because of temptation which means I wasn't enough… fuck you Samuel. Fuck you for giving into that bitch, fuck you for breaking my heart and fuck you for selling me a dream of happiness only to snatch it away."

Sam shook his head, closing the gap between them. "We can work this out, just let me make this right." He slowly reached for her and she let him.

She was stiff before she broke.

He felt it.

Her heart broke even more in his arms.

He pulled her close, allowing her to hate him because he hated himself for what he'd done. He knew she deserved better than him and he also knew she needed to be held.

So he held her. He held her standing in their living room. Then, as he carried her to their bedroom, where he held her until she was all cried out and exhausted.

But when he woke up, She was gone but her rings weren't . They were placed on the pillow she cried on.

That was the first time she came home.

Sam knew calling would be pointless. Hell he was surprised she hadn't changed her number but had a feeling it was only a matter of time.

Admittedly, he knew that he should've done more but he'd exhausted any bright ideas he had trying to get her to just speak to him again. This brings in the second time she came home. It was raining and she must've had a lot on her mind because she came there instead of wherever she'd been.

It had been instinctive on her part. Mercedes hated driving in the rain at night and watching her storm into the house, tossing her wet clothes off like she'd always do, shocked him.

He watched in silence and she stripped out of her pencil skirt and white blouse. He unashamedly admired the lingerie she was wearing before biting back a moan when she started to remove that as well.

He knew she didn't realize she'd come there. She didn't realize what he was doing but it was too late. She was underneath him writhing in pleasure while he made love to her on the couch.

He realized when he started crying. Every time with her was more than amazing but that particular time, that last time he felt his heart break.

It broke because he knew he was about to lose the best thing to happen to him, he knew the moment she realized what they were doing. Her eyes changed.

Those brown orbs always, always gave away her thoughts. They dimmed, even though her orgasm rocked through her causing her to cry out and his flowed out of him in sync like it always had for them, she regretted it.

Regret is hard.

Regret hurts.

Regret.

But that regret didn't stop her from riding him or him eating her out until she unraveled over and over and over again. It didn't stop the pain he felt as he indulged, it didn't stop her from telling him she hated how much she still wanted and loved him.

Regret is just an emotion that swirls around in the depths of your soul and festers.

Regret wasn't what he felt. No, he felt worse than whatever regret could have done. He felt ashamed.

He felt lower than low because even in that moment she was so giving. She was inviting and even though he knew it hurt her, she was willing.

Mercedes had always been willing.

Her body was not shared with anyone but him and he knew it. He was her only, there was more depth to the pain he caused because of that. He had been enough for her, she never sought or entertained any one but him.

The foundation they laid out for the two of them was crumbling. After every moan, a new crack surfaced, after every thrust bricks fell and after every shared tear the walls around them fell down.

He knew exactly why she'd filed for divorce.

He was the reason.

Samuel Dwight Evans.

He opened the envelope, slowly pulling out the papers, seeing a sticky note attached to the first page.

Sam,

Don't make this any more difficult than it already is, just sign them.

-MJ.

He frowned, he'd been frowning a lot these days but he knew for a fact that she knew he was going to be very difficult. The fact that she signed it as MJ instead of MJE irked him greatly. She was already using her maiden name, the ink wasn't even dry on these papers and she was now Mercedes Jones?

He couldn't have that.

He simply wouldn't allow it.

Nope.

Pulling out his phone, sent her a text figuring it would be easier to get a response.

You're not serious? I would rather eat my foot than sign these.

Cowardly he turned his phone off before promptly throwing the papers into the trash. If she wanted a divorce she would have to tell him to his face. He basked in action before remembering that her mother had served him the papers, which until now hadn't registered that she would be with her parents.

"Fuck." He said aloud. "Fuck, FUCKK!"

Mercedes had brothers.

Seven to be exact and he only then just realized that he might've invited a well overdo asskicking. He quickly grabbed his phone, turning it on and seeing a waiting reply from Mercedes. His finger hovered over the screen he was physically shaking. She'd called and texted him and he missed it. He shook his head, choosing to call her back, honestly he wouldn't be surprised if her mother answered but he wasn't sure what she'd told her family.

Click.

His breathing shallowed and he could hear her sigh. "Sam, just… Please sign the papers." She said as soon as she answered.

Sam couldn't help melting hearing her raspy voice. "I.. won't." he managed to get out. "Come talk to me, that's all I'm asking."

She sighed again. "No, sign them."

"I can't, I shredded them." He lied.

"Sam what the fuck! Do you know… Fine, I'll send Derek with another copy." She replied and Sam froze.

Derek Jones. Oldest brother to his wife, ex-boxer. Sam needed to tread lightly, very, very lightly.

"I haven't seen D in a while, it'll be nice to catch up."

"I will tell him what you did then I will tell Ashton, Vic, Mikey, Tristen, Mark, Q and then and only then will I tell my daddy. SIGN. THE. FUCKING. PAPERS." She replied and he hated how his body reacted to her being mad at him.

"I think I can handle them…" He said, knowing damn well they would all crush him.

"Then I will tell Dwight."

That name evoked more fear in him than all her brothers could have. He hadn't told his parents anything because foolishly he was hoping she would come back and talk things through.

Sam swallowed, shifted on his feet. "Now that I have your attention, sign the papers and to your luck the ones you threw in the trash are still fine."

"I'm not signing them. Call him all you want but I will not just sign our marriage away." He replied.

"If I bring them will you sign?"

No. "Of course."

"I will be there in twenty minutes, don't make me regret this." She said before hanging up.

Sam smiled triumphantly because he would have her alone and he would try to convince her to not to move forward with the divorce.

He was very much wrong.

Twenty minutes. She was, per usual, on time and she was seething. Beautifully seething. She'd cut her hair, it rested on her shoulders and was straightened. She was bare faced and wearing his old basketball shorts and a simple shirt.

He was hard.

Painfully hard. The amount of power her presence had over him, her being in his general vicinity caused goosebumps along his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck stood erect.

He started to speak but she brushed past him, slamming the papers she was holding on the coffee table. "Sign them, now." She demanded and he just looked at her.

"I want to talk first, then I'll sign them." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

She looked him over, the brown orbs roving over his body before meeting his eyes again. "I kept my end of the deal, I came now sign the fucking papers."

Sam shook his head. "No dice. Either we talk or this process will take a lifetime."

Mercedes let out an annoyed breath. "Fine, talk." She replied throwing her hands up causing her shirt to rise ever so slightly. Just enough to see the soft flesh underneath, it wasn't lost on him that she wasn't wearing a bra but seeing her stomach made his dick twitch.

"I want us to go to counseling and I want you to just give me a chance to make things right."

Mercedes' expression said it all.

She let out a deep laugh. "You want? YOU WANT?" She said, her laughing turning dark. "I wanted a faithful husband, I wanted to start having kids, I wanted to be good enough. But as it seems, my husband is a cheater and I wasn't good enough. Now sign the fucking papers so I can move on!"

Sam looked at her hard before moving closer. "Move on?"

"Yes Samuel, much like you I've started putting myself out there so I too can give into temptation." She replied mockingly.

That angered him.

A lot.

"Are you… are you fucking someone right now?" He asked stupidly.

Who was he to be upset that she might be sleeping with someone? Hell he knew half of her co-workers wanted to sleep with her and they weren't shy about letting it be known.

She laughed again. "Now that's a good question. Let me ask one, how does it feel knowing another man is eating from your plate?"

Sam let out a slow breath. "Mercedes…"

"How does it feel knowing that my mouth has tasted another man's dick?" She mused, slowly moving closer to him. "Mmm… how does it feel knowing that another man has given me orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm?"

He huffed, trying to reign in his anger. "Stop it."

She moved closer, smirking. "Tell me baby, how does it feel knowing I'm screaming another man's name, nightly?"

He looked at her to see if she was lying but he couldn't tell. His mind was clouded with the visions of someone else touching what was his, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Willing the images away but the more they lingered the more others started to pop up. Mercedes on her knees sucking off a faceless man, her bending over and said man entering her and her riding him. Enjoying it.

She was enjoying fucking someone else.

"I didn't do what I did to hurt you." He said finally. "I didn't do it maliciously, I didn't brag about it like you are now."

Mercedes smiled, beautifully. "Sign the papers and you can go be with whoever you want."

Sam looked at her seeing she wasn't going to accept an apology, she was hurt. And it was his fault, all of it. He placed his hands gently on her face, getting one last look at her because he knew what was coming next.

He nodded, then walked over to the coffee table and did what she asked. Mercedes watched him closely, seeing him sign the papers like she'd asked, she watched his hand as it moved, signing his name.

"There." He said, looking at her before looking around at their once shared home. "I'll be out in a week, you should have the house since you picked it out."

Mercedes' lungs wouldn't do what they were supposed to do because she wasn't breathing. She wasn't sure why but this moment took the last breath she had left from her.

"I plan on selling it." She said finally, walking over and grabbing the papers before quickly leaving.

It was over. That's it, the end.

Yet, that was only the beginning.

This story is the most complex one I've ever drafted...