Wife's Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband-Chapter 108: Dastardly Plans

Mrs. H stared at me as if assessing whether I was serious. What she saw in me must have impressed her.

Mrs. H said, "You said something about owning securities. I didn’t see any in your collateral pack. Do you know the market value?"

"Well, I own about ten thousand in Heavenly Enterprises. Maybe three times that in my retirement savings. Why? Do you know someone who specializes in accidents?"

"Sell me the Hermes bag. Use your portfolio to back your loan. I may be able to help with your boyfriend problem."

Holy hell. This was more than I expected. And we had it on video. If we followed through on the assault, I could use it against Mrs. H to find out who paid for Bea’s accident.

"You’re serious?" Angie asked. "You could do that? I mean, this guy is a real jerk. I’ve been trying to get Tee to leave him for months now. Last month, he sent her to the hospital."

"Hey, I told you. That was an accident. I fell down the stairs, trying to run away from him. He didn’t touch me."

"Yet," Angie mumbled. "I’ve seen that look in his eyes. He’s one bad night away from throwing you out a window. He’s said it himself."

"Honey, I’ve been there," Mrs. H said. "Listen to your friend, and you might as well get some revenge on the way out the door because no matter what you do, he’s going to make you out as the villain.

"You’ll be lucky if he lets you leave with the clothes on your back and all your teeth. His pregnant girlfriend has already gutted your dignity."

I asked, "Do you need the actual stock certificates or just proof I own securities? I mean, I’d hate to cash in my retirement and pay the penalty if I don’t have to."

"I’ll walk you through taking a loan against your retirement. The stocks, I’ll gather enough information to file a lien. The lien will prevent you from selling the stocks until I lift the lien, thus securing my interests."

"I need a day to provide you with the information. Can you really make him regret cheating on me with that skank?"

Mrs. H said, "I can make sure he regrets it as much as you want, but I can’t leave an offer on the table overnight. It goes against my business practices."

Angie snorted. "I’d make him disappear permanently. Then the pregnant bitch loses too."

Mrs. H said, "That is highly possible for the right price, and it never gets traced back to you."

I had to get out of that room long enough to secure the proof Mrs. H needed. King could lend me the Heavenly shares, but I didn’t even have a retirement account yet. My divorce settlement was still wasting away in my checking account until I made the time to invest it properly.

My phone buzzed with a message from Stiff letting me know he had my back. The next message provided links to the accounts. The third message listed log-on details. And then my phone shut off. That had to be Stiff, too.

"Oh, dear. One second. I accidentally accepted a system update." I waved my blank phone screen at Mrs. H. "My life is locked in here. We’ll have to wait for the reboot to give you that information."

"Then we are agreed. You’ll sell me the bag to pay for the bad boyfriend revenge?" Mrs. H asked.

"Mom would forgive me, I think. I hope. She never had patience for abusive men. So, um, yes."

"And you want the boyfriend castrated?"

"Oh, and his balls sent to his lover," Angie added, leaning forward in her seat as if this was the most fun she’d had in a long time.

I nodded. In reality, I’d just agreed to have Alec castrated only Ash knew Jake as my boyfriend, so he would be the one in need of a really good jock strap and athletic cup.

Please let both men forgive me and my big mouth. If not, I’d better leave town and now.

By the time Stiff updated my phone with the right apps to go with the accounts he’d forwarded earlier, Mrs. H had reworked the contract to include a ’protection services fee’ that I thought was a bargain considering the services to be performed, especially in comparison to the pirating tactics for the loans.

When the paperwork was completed, and I tucked my copy into my purse, Mrs. H asked for more information.

"Very well, now I need details about the boyfriend."

"What kind of details?"

"A photo, where he lives, when to expect him to be home. Where he works. You know, the type of information a stalker might need to stalk his prey."

Oops. I didn’t have Jake’s picture. Well, maybe I did. I scrolled through the photos from our skating trip. Every photo that included Jake also included others in my inner circle. There was no way I’d implicate more people than necessary, and there was no way I was giving Mrs. H the address to the church.

I really hadn’t thought this far ahead. I had no idea it would be this easy to set up Mrs. H to get the answers I wanted. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, and perhaps the lack of answers for Mrs. H was the other shoe.

The phone vibrated. This time it was CK providing me with a half dozen photoshopped pictures of Jake alone and Jake and me as a couple. On the heels of that email, Stiff sent me an address that I didn’t recognize and a bullet point list of details about my fake Jake boyfriend.

Life was so good in the company of talented friends.

I combined the two files into one and sent them to Mrs. H.

"So, when can I expect the deed to be done?"

"Let me line something up. As soon as I know more, I’ll let you know."

"You know, if he’s hurt bad enough, I won’t have to move. I’m on the lease, too. I could stay. Jake could be the one footing the cost of a move instead."

Mrs. H said, "I don’t recommend it. Eventually, he’ll feel better. Do you really want him to know where you live when that happens? Men are quiet protective of their tender bits."

"Good point. So, when do I receive my money?"

"Check your bank account."

"Really? That fast?"

"That fast."

Mrs. H saw us out, and that is when I started shaking. Alec was right. I shouldn’t be doing this hands-on stuff. I really wasn’t built for it. Yeah, I could do it just like I could jump off a cliff into a pool of sharks, but it doesn’t mean it is good for me. No, I’m definitely designed to be a behind-the-scenes kind of girl. Why I kept insisting on being on the front line is beyond me.

Oh, wait. Now I remember. People, namely men, kept telling not to. They would be so much better off not telling me what to do. I should probably seek a therapist for this obstinance problem before I ended up injured or worse.

Angie and I headed to the stairwell where Jake was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. I winced when I saw the look of exasperation on his face.

Jake greeted me by saying, "Castration? Of all things, you paid someone to castrate me? What did I ever do to you?"

"I arranged for my fake boyfriend to be castrated. He just happens to look like you."

"Huh, from now on, Alec will play your fake boyfriend. If he’s going to get the benefits of dating you, he should also shoulder the responsibility."

"Agreed," Alec said as he ascended the stairs to join us.

"Yeah, yeah. Agreed. And, I didn’t mean to have you castrated."

Jake said, "How do you accidentally arrange to have a man’s balls removed."

"Hey, I can go back in there and change the punishment. What would you prefer? Broken limbs?"

"I don’t know. How about stolen hubcaps."

"You don’t own a car."

"Even better."

Jake led us down the stairs as we continued to debate the best punishment for a cheating boyfriend with anger issues.

Angie said, "I vote to have him boiled in pot of hot lard until all the skin melts off his bones, then boil down the oil until it renders down into a tallow that can be turned into candles. That way I have free candles, and every time I burn one, I can relive the satisfaction of getting even with his sorry ass."

Everyone stopped at that suggestion.

I whispered to Alec, "What happened to Angie’s husband?"

Alec said, "No one knows."

Angie smacked him on the arm. "Oh, that’s not true. Dennis lives six blocks from home with his new wife and their new baby. It was a mutual decision. No revenge needed."

Alec said, "That’s good. You wouldn’t look good in prison orange."