My Cheating Husband's Karma

Shayla

The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air as I sat at the kitchen table, the phone clutched tightly in my hand. Chris's offer to connect me with his lawyer had been playing on my mind ever since he had made it, and now, faced with the daunting prospect of navigating the legal complexities of my situation alone, I knew that I couldn't ignore his offer any longer. Not after Terrance called me sounding like a lunatic.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed Chris's number, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to pick up. When his voice came through the line, warm and reassuring, I felt a surge of relief flood through me.

"Hey, Shayla, is everything okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his tone.

I hesitated for a moment, the words catching in my throat. "Chris, I... I've been thinking about your offer to contact your lawyer. And... I think I'm ready to accept."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Chris's voice broke through, filled with understanding and empathy. "Shayla, I'm glad you reached out. I'll have my lawyer contact you right away. You're doing the right thing by seeking help."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, relieved to know that I wouldn't have to face this daunting journey alone. "Thank you, Chris. I don't know what I would do without your support."

As I hung up the phone, a sense of peace settled over me, knowing that I had taken the first step towards reclaiming control of my life. With Chris's lawyer by my side, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future, a belief that I could finally break free from the chains of my past and forge a new path forward.

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A few days later, I found myself sitting across from Chris's lawyer, a stack of documents spread out before us on the table. His name was Mr. Thompson, a seasoned attorney with years of experience in family law, and as he explained the legal process to me in clear and simple terms, I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me.

"Now, Shayla, I want you to understand that divorce proceedings can be complex, especially when there are significant assets involved," Mr. Thompson said, his voice calm and steady. "But with my guidance, we can navigate this process together and ensure that your rights are protected every step of the way."

I nodded, grateful for his expertise and support. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I trust that you'll do everything in your power to help me through this."

As we delved deeper into the details of my case, a sense of relief washes over me, knowing that I finally had someone in my corner fighting for me. With Chris's lawyer by my side, I knew that I had taken a crucial step towards reclaiming my independence and rebuilding my life on my own terms. And as I signed the final documents, a sense of empowerment surged through me, filling me with hope for the future and a belief that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them with courage and determination.

The day had started like any other, with the sun streaming through the windows and the sound of birds chirping in the distance. But as I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my morning coffee, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the tranquility of the moment, jolting me out of my reverie.

I glanced at the caller ID, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the name of Chris's lawyer flashing on the screen. With trembling hands, I answered the call, my breath catching in my throat as I waited to hear what he had to say.

"Hello, Shayla, it's Mr. Thompson," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. "I need you to come into the office as soon as possible. We've made a discovery that I think you'll want to hear about."

My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to his words, a sense of anticipation building within me. Without hesitation, I agreed to meet him, my mind racing with a million questions and possibilities.

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As I stepped into Mr. Thompson's office, the air crackled with tension, the weight of the unknown hanging heavy in the air. He motioned for me to take a seat, his expression grave as he settled behind his desk.

"Shayla, I'm afraid I have some news that may come as a shock to you," he began, his voice somber. "During our investigation into your family's estate, we uncovered a substantial inheritance left to you by your grandmother."

my breath catches in my throat at his words, my mind reeling with disbelief. An inheritance? From my grandmother? It seemed too good to be true.

"But there's a catch," Mr. Thompson continued, his tone serious. "Your grandmother's will stipulates that in order to claim the inheritance, you must be divorced from Terrance. There was also a stipulation that you were only made aware of this once the paperwork had been filed."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, the reality of the situation sinking in with crushing force. Did she know? She always hated Terrance and told me she didn't approve.... Maybe she knew something. I had always thought she had just cut me out the will.

"I understand this is a lot to process, Shayla," Mr. Thompson said gently, his eyes filled with sympathy. "But I want you to know that I'm here to support you every step of the way. We can fast-track the divorce proceedings and ensure that you receive what is rightfully yours."

I nodded numbly, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. "Can he touch that money?" the man shook his head "No." Divorce was never something I had imagined for myself, but if it meant securing my future and claiming the inheritance that was rightfully mine, then it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

With a sense of determination burning within me, I handed over the evidence of Terrance's infidelity, knowing that it would be the key to fast-tracking the divorce proceedings and securing my independence once and for all. And as I left Mr. Thompson's office, a newfound sense of empowerment surged through me, propelling me forward on a path towards a brighter, more hopeful future.

~Chris~

I met up with my best friend Jim at our favorite coffee shop, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air. As we settled into our seats, I couldn't shake the excitement bubbling within me, eager to share the news of Shayla and her kids with someone who knew me best.

"Hey, Jim, you'll never guess what happened," I exclaimed, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

Jim raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Let me guess, you finally got that landscaping project finished?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, it's even better than that. I met this amazing woman named Shayla, and she has two adorable kids, Ethan, and Shawn. We've been spending a lot of time together lately, and I think she might be the one."

Jim's eyes widened in surprise, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Wow, Chris, that's great news! Tell me more about Shayla and the kids. What are they like?"

I leaned back in my chair, a sense of warmth spreading through me as I began to paint a picture of Shayla and her boys for Jim.

"Well, Shayla is incredibly kind and compassionate, with a strength and resilience that I admire," I began, my voice filled with admiration.

"And Ethan and Shawn are the sweetest kids you'll ever meet. Ethan is eight years old, with a curious mind and a love for adventure, while Shawn is three, with an infectious laugh and a mischievous streak."

As I spoke, I could see the genuine interest in Jim's eyes, his excitement mirroring my own. It felt good to share this part of my life with him, to let him in on the happiness and joy that Shayla and her kids had brought into my world.

"And the best part is, Shayla and I have this incredible connection," I continued, a sense of wonder creeping into my voice. "It's like we were meant to find each other, like our paths were destined to cross."

Jim nodded in understanding, his expression filled with genuine happiness for me. "I'm really happy for you, Chris. It sounds like you've found something truly special about Shayla and her kids." and he sighed "But what...."

I looked at him confused "huh?" he shook his head. "There is a but there, but you don't want to tell me that's what." I sighed. 

"Fine...she is still married." Jim sighed in frustration "I know how it sounds but she left him and is getting divorced.... he is all the way in New York" Jim groaned again.

" I'm not gunna tell you what to do .... but be careful. Don't get emotionally attached and she isn't looking at you the same..." I nodded.

"I know...It's not about romance with her, I like her even as just her friend, I am attracted to her yes but if she never wanted that I would be happy as just her friend."