Rich H.S

Part 23

Harry didn't believe in luck. He never did. He believed in hard work and perseverance and charming his way through life. There wasn't much that a little smirk and flirty eyes, a little smooth talking and charm couldn't get him.

But today? Today he believed that Lady Luck was repaying him good karma. For what? He wasn't sure. If Lady Luck really did believe in karma, she would've killed him rather than let Tracey wander to his front gate in a tiny little dress and high heels. 

He never thought that he'd actually be excited to see that ick of a woman. His skin crawled at the thought of her, even more so when he looked through his security app and found her all dolled up with a plate of something he would've rather burned than eaten.

But it was also mighty convenient to have her coming to him when he was preparing himself to go to her.

He had to admit though, he wasn't sure what to expect. She came to visit him a couple of days after Ethan first blackmailed him, similarly dressed with some other cooked dish. He didn't answer the door that time. He couldn't remember why, but those days after his argument with you were a complete blur to him.

Now that he knew she was involved with Ethan, he couldn't help but be curious about that visit. It wasn't unusual for Tracey or any other neighbour to drop food to the single man, but the timing is too coincidental to ignore.

It had been a couple days now since Harry made the discovery that Tracey was Ethan's 'girlfriend' and his mind had been racing with questions and theories of what this could've meant.

Did she know that Ethan was blackmailing him? Was she in on the plan or did she have a plan of her own? Did her husband know of the affair? Though Harry already assumed that he didn't. He would've divorced Tracey before she could even come up with some excuse, taken the kids and left her with nothing or very little depending on the prenup.

Harry knew that they signed a prenup before getting married. Tracey worked as a waitress in an expensive bar in the city when she met Oscar. He's an investment banker with a bigger stock portfolio than Harry ever would have and was already divorced and childless when he met her.

But he always wanted kids, and Tracey just seemed like the perfect woman for it. She was 27 when they met and he already hit 45, but he was fit and healthy and had money coming out of his ears so she was into him. And for some reason only God knows, Oscar just fell for her and hard.

They were dating and married within the year, then by the time she was 35, she had a four-year-old and another on the way. Now, at 40 she's got an 8-year-old, 7-year-old and a little 2-year-old.

Oscar was smart though, smarter than most men and someone Harry worked with many times before. So before the ring even hit her finger, a prenup was signed. And it wasn't hard to find the specifics either. Well, maybe a little. But Niall was one of these people that enjoyed a bit of a chase.

He just happened to be golfing buddies with Oscar and Tracey's lawyer Tod and decided to drop by his office for a drink. Niall's assistant was distracting the lawyer's secretary so that after a few too many drinks and an 'accidental' spill on his desk, she was too busy flirting to hear Tod call out to her for some tissues or cleaning supplies.

Tod was forced to leave the room, just long enough for Niall to get into Tod's filing cabinet and snap some pictures of Oscar and Tracey's prenup. Everything was digital nowadays, but Tod was a bit of an old-school freak and liked to have physical copies of everything. He was a family lawyer that specialised in prenuptial agreements, so often his evidence was digital and the final copies were digital and physical.