Revenge episode 2

Revenge!!! Episode 2
The next day I went to see my best
friend and
lawyer. I asked him about divorces and how
they affected finances and assets. He walked
me through matrimonial actions. Essentially, if I
divorced her, my wife would get as much as half
to keep her in the lifestyle to which she had
become accustomed while married to me. Utter
bollocks. He asked if everything was ok, I told
him it was research for a new book. The
protagonist was in a messy divorce and needed
to figure out a legal way to leave his wife with
nothing. He was intrigued.
He called me the next day. He’d found a way. It
was complicated but it could work. The rules
only apply to property or funds acquired during
marriage. If the protagonist found a way to
transfer it all to some trusted third party before
the proceedings begun then there would be
nothing for the Court to give her. He could
always get it back afterwards. I mulled it around
in my head for almost a month. I called him and
told him what I came up with. He said I was a
bloody genius then made a few changes so it
would be perfectly legal. I asked him to draft a
sample for me and charge me for the work. He
didn’t want to till I pointed out that the book
might make millions. What are friends for?
By now, our circle of friends was abuzz with the
news that a new novel was in the works. Our
circle of friends which included my wife’s lover
and his wife who fortunately for me was a die-
hærd fan. Whenever we were at an event
together, she would ask how the book was
coming along, at first I would hedge and refuse
to divulge any information then I began to feed
her tidbits. Enough to make her look forward to
our next meeting.
Six months after I caught my wife shagging her
best friend, I bought my wife the new iPhone. It
was customary. A new phone here, a new car
there, diamonds and pearls every other month.
This was different. I had installed Google
Latitude on the device and connected it to mine
before handing it to her. I now knew everywhere
the phone went and she was like a teenager with
her phone, she never put it down.
For the next few months, I watched my wife
diligently, electronically. Every Wednesday, she
spent the afternoon at her lover’s house.
Convenient. He ran a small web design firm out
of his home. His wife was the money in the
family. Some of the time, late on Fridays, she’d
drive into odd addresses on the outskirts of
Abuja, Bwari and Zuba predominantly. I had
them checked out, Hotels.
The first time I left for the weekend, she stayed
home. I told her my story was based in Lagos
and I needed to be in the metropolis for
inspiration. She tried to talk me out of it but
drove me to the airport. I waited 15mins after
passing airport security then got a Taxi to take
me to Sheraton in Wuse. Her phone was in the
house all weekend but he could have come over
for all I knew. The business class ticket had
cost me N30,000, the first of many.
I started to ‘visit Lagos’ every other week.
Sometimes I would actually go for a day and
take enough pictures for 2 or 3 and return to
Abuja. It wasn’t till the 7th weekend that I made
my move. I called her on Sunday morning. I
didn’t let her talk, she didn’t try. I told her I was
in a cab on my way home, I was sure she was in
church so I didn’t ask her to come pick me. I
had missed her loads. I was 2 houses away. His
black Honda Accord sped past in less than 5
minutes. …