My Wife’s Double Life

Dennis Markham, my father-in-law, took a swing at me.

“You’re clearly the one with a problem, jerk! You have some nerve to frame my daughter for your failure. I’ll show you!”

The punch to my gut made me see stars.

In all my twenty-seven years, no one had ever laid a hand on me.

Throwing my fist in retaliation, I said curtly, “If you think I’m lying, a simple DNA test between Krystal and the kids should settle this once and for all.”

The certainty in my tone stopped Krystal short, but that was Dale’s cue to put on a sad face.

“Sir, it’s one thing to insult me, but you have no right to slander Ms. Markham. I can assure you that she has a clean bill of health.”

Krystal stood firm on her ground. “Don’t put your jealousy on me. I know my body. There’s nothing wrong with it!”

After taking the hit from me, Dennis yelled to the crowd, “Seize the disrespectful jerk now!”

Outnumbered and overwhelmed, I was quickly held down by the Markham extended family. Dennis smacked me across the face several times and grabbed a handful of my hair, snarling, “My family basically took you in when you married my daughter. It’s bad enough that you have no respect for us, but you even attacked me. You don’t deserve to be part of my family!”

A sharp pain shot through my scalp. Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips.

“Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?”

Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.”

With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment.

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

“Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.”

Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me.

“It’s only right to chill him out a bit.”

Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

Dale couldn’t hide his conceit. “Sir, why do you have to take things the hard way? You ruined a celebration over what?

Lowering her gaze, Krystal sneered at me and said, “I thought about keeping you around since you were with me for seven years. That should count for something, but since you don’t know when to stop, don’t blame me for what’s coming next.”

She had the divorce papers drafted and brought out immediately. “Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.”

I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?”

Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up.

“You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

Dennis threw a stack of cold, hard cash, amounting to 20k, at me. “It’s my grandkids’ big day today. I consider this a charitable donation on their behalf. Take the money, sign the papers, and get lost!”

Dale simpered at me. “Oh, how the tables have turned, sir. Remember the time you threw me out of the office? Who’s the one being kicked out now?”

I looked up at the crowd, making a mental note of their ugly faces before putting my signature on the divorce papers.

After signing the document, I took out my phone and dialed a number.

“Hey, Sis. Krystal cheated on me. I want you to cut off all funding to her company now.”