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11 • Nevermind

Nevermind. All the progress I've made, the good mood I had yesterday- just a few hours ago... It crushed right in front of my eyes. I'm all back to tears and mental breakdowns as I stare at the dirty laundry and the tiny piece of underwear in front of me. I almost can't see the thong through my blurry sight, tears wanting to escape.

You might ask yourself if I'm just incredibly sad about doing the laundry, if I have finally lost my mind. Well, the second option might actually become true any second, because it isn't exactly my laundry I'm currently crying about- it's someone else's. And, unfortunately, I know exactly who it belongs to.

My husband must think I'm either unbelievably stupid or he is, if he thinks I'll not notice this underwear is in fact not mine but does belong to his affair. No, as much as I hate him, he unfortunately isn't stupid. He knew that I would find it. It's his way of demonstrating that I can do nothing against it. That he has full control over my life. At this point I don't even feel like a humanbeing anymore. I feel like this is the worst I've ever been at mentally.

Luigi came back early in the morning, hours after I returned from Avan's apartment. He was drunk and covered in a strong, sickly sweet parfume. He woke me up when he jumped into our bed, while he, on the other hand, fell asleep instantly. I was quick to notice he had glitter on his face. Bodyglitter.

Long story short, I silently cried myself to sleep and am current continuing my self-pity party.

How was I ever able to love him? Why does it still hurt so much? How could I be so blinded?

I vowed to him; in good and bad times. No one told me there wouldn't exactly be good times at all.

The only good thing is that he's gone again, and I honestly don't even want to know where he went- hopefully to hell.

Right now I don't think I'll ever stand up again. I'll just sit here forever, staring at the lacy fabric, cry and give up for good.

But something comes up, like it always does. The door bell rings.

I have no interest in opening it whatsoever, nor do I waste a single thought on who the person outside my house might be. I don't move until my visitor decides to repeatedly press down onto the button, seemingly deciding against stopping their abuse of my door bell.

So I do get up at last, wiping over my eyes while making my way to the entrance of my husband's ginormous house.

I sneak a look through the spy and feel a little better instantly.

Before I could open the door completely, Gina was already inside.

"Hey," I greet her, falling quiet when I'm able to take a real look at her expression. Worry laces my thoughts.

"What's going on? Is your hangover that bad?" I ask, trying to joke a little to loosen up the tension. "I thought you drank enough water?"

"It's not the hangover," she answers, skipping the introduction completely. Straight to the point, nothing unusual for her. But my stomach twists nevertheless. Gina isn't that serious normally, except for when something really bad happened.

Not even one suggestive sentence about my one night stand from last night... God, it must be bad bad.

"We should talk."

I gulp, feeling very uneasy by her words.

"Okay, yeah. Sure." I answer. "Did something happen last night? You're scaring me a little, honestly," I ask.

"No, no. I'm sorry. It's serious, but I don't want to scare you... Let's sit down, you wouldn't believe me without the documents anyways."

With thousands of questionmarks in my head and most probably also displayed on my face, I follow hectic Gina and sit down next to her at the kitchen table.

Without saying another word she opens her bag and gets out a folder. Just a few heartbeats later and the documents from inside are in front of us, spread out onto the wooden surface.

"Gina. What's going on?" I ask again, growing a little frustrated.

"You remember the documents you gave me?" She answers and I nod, remembering I gave those exact papers to her.

"What about them? Did you find something?"

She pulls a pen out of her bag, then takes one of the papers and puts it right in front of me, bending over it slightly to mark something.

"I did, actually. I looked through everything you gave me; contracts, bank statements... Everything. Well, according to your bank account you and your husband are poor. Illiquid. Like completely, utterly broke."

My brows furrow. "What?" I exclaim. "How are we able to live like this then?"

"Yeah, I thought the same thing when I saw it. There were two obvious options I could think of, based on my experience; either you really don't have any money and therefore ass deep in debt because your husband spend far than he had, or he's hiding his money from you and the bank because it's... dirty."

I shake my head, confusion consuming my fuzzy thoughts. "What exactly do you mean by dirty?"

"I'll explain. I know what kind of wealth is needed for someone to finance a lifestyle like his, so I decided to dig a little deeper and followed my second hypothesis. I found something in another bank statement- wait... this one right here- and I've noticed that it's another bank with another account. Not only is he hiding his money from you, for you not to get anything when you decide to divorce him, but he also hides it from your bank. The account he uses is a foreign one that lead me directly to the Cayman Islands. I don't know how much you know about that topic, but this practically screams 'illegal'."

I blink a few times, place my hand on my chest and feel my beating heart while I try to process everything.

"I know it's a lot right now, but I have to tell you something else..."

I nod quietly before she looks at me with an uncertain, almost pityful expression.

"All those contracts you've given me are linked to and about this illegal account. You've signed all of them and you're the one who's legally responsible for everything he does with it."

"You mean-" I begin, my chest tightening together with the upcoming panic.

"Yes. Your husband is a criminal. And he's not the one going to prison for it, if we prosecute this."

Hey guys :)

I'm so sorry I haven't been updating for so long... I'm fighting writers block while also trying to move forward with my next big project 👀 I love to work on stories, but the beginning like deciding on characters, plot and outlines aren't exactly my favorite part, ironically 😭

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