Raven's Hacker 2: Raven & Hacker

**Chapter 2

Raven POV

I've been here for the weekend with Ryder. I know we can't stay here indefinitely, but staying Thursday night all the way through til Monday morning sounded like heaven. A nice little get away from him and his lying and cheating. He's probably done filthy things to our bed. Ugh.

Thankfully Jefferson will be representing me. He's already reported Sullivan to the board about his conflict of interest, and all the money he'd need to pay me back since he'd been working with my soon-to-be-ex-husband for the last two years to fuck me over in a divorce. Friday, I had a delivery sent to my husband at the office, which had a bug in it so I'd know his next move. I also let him know we had to up our home security as it wasn't up-to-date anymore. I called first, and went to see him at lunch. I told him I need his signature on some stuff for the upgrades for the system and an update to the Wills and life insurance policies. Which wasn't a total lie. I just took his name off of everything if something happened to me. Emily, or mom as I call her most often, would be put in charge of caring for Ryder, as his most involved family member. I also had him sign a post nuptial agreement that we each leave with what our names are on, and we take half of the accounts with both our names, and documentations with balances for those accounts was submitted to give a number since he hadn't moved any money around yet. Thank God Mom came with me to meet him for lunch, keeping him distracted while signing all those important documents on the short twenty minutes I know he gets.

Going to suck to be him in a day or two.

Mom had finally admitted she and Jefferson were a thing, and thinking of tying the knot in Vegas. They'd both been married before and it hadn't worked out. They were both in their fifties, and Jefferson said he already sees me as his daughter, and nobody messes with family. I would not want to be Matthew or Karen any time soon. With all the evidence against them for the affair, the hidden accounts he had in my name, the post-nup he signed and Jefferson filed, it was shaping up for me. Jefferson was planning on filing first thing Monday morning, which, looking at the clock was in three hours. I was working from home today, which was basically just code for me getting to stay home to Mom and the movers can move me and Ryder into her spare rooms for now. The divorce papers were being filed as soon as the courthouse opened today. Jefferson, being in law for decades, had made a few friends in the filing offices and they've been keeping an eye out for anything that Sullivan would try to push through so we could be the team to file first.

Laying in bed in the guest room, I can Ryder snoring in his room, our doors slightly open so we can hear each other. It's something we started doing more and more when Matthew wouldn't come home. It was a comfort to us to know the other could hear. Something about hearing his little snoring could usually always lull me to sleep, but tonight I was wired. I was wide awake. I'd spent the last two days helping get Stormi out of her house. Mom's girls were just falling apart at the seams it seemed. Stormi said she'd let us know when she gets where she's going. I know she'll be fine. I just hope that her ex leaves her alone. Fucking her sister? Her twin sister?! I put my arm over my face, willing myself not to think about it again.

Men suck.

They all suck.

All of them except Jefferson who is killing it with my mom. Now that her relationship is out, the happiness I see on her face all the time is wonderful. Jefferson might be busy though, because between my divorce case, he may also have to step in if Jason shows up at work again. Mom told him kindly enough today. But tomorrow is a different story. I lay in bed, trying to pinpoint in my marriage, where it shifted. Was it sudden? Was it subtle? Is that why I didn't notice? Why I didn't see the signs? Or what I just stupidly blinded by love?

Looking back...it had been years since we were close. Probably at least four years since we were close, and the last two he'd really been pulling away from me. He'd been traveling for work more, which, looking back, is a joke. What real estate agent needed to go to monthly, weekend-long seminars? And weekend-long, conventions? God. I'm such a fucking idiot. He started slowly pulling away. I don't honestly remember the last time we were intimate.

It's been that long.

As I lay in bed, wondering if I qualify to be a nun since I was swearing off all men, hadn't had sex in so long I didn't remember, and was willing to never get tangled up in something like matters of the heart again. Never again. My phone dinged, pulling me from my thoughts.

Jefferson: Just filed. Had a filing friend going in early. He happens to be a bridge player who came over last night. Seems your case will be the first to go through this week. Also, the first to go out this afternoon. Can we have everything packed by then?

Raven: You betcha! Not too much to pack. I'm only taking what I bought, or came with. If we have video evidence of my stuff being...used...I want compensation for me.

Jefferson: Noted. I'll have the PI start going over everything.

Raven: I have the Uhaul set to be picked up in two hours. He'll be at work by then so we can start right away.

Jefferson: Good. I'll meet you girls at noon. Tell your mother I love her.

Raven: Gross. Tell her yourself.

Jefferson: LOL

They're so cute its gross. Absolutely adorably disgusting. I both love and hate it. Deciding that now was as good as any time to get up, I did. I went through my morning routine, made breakfast for myself, mom and Ryder. We were dropping Ryder off at a friend's house for the day. He has questions for me every day, and they're getting harder to give answers to. I don't want to alienate him from his dad, but I also don't know how to lie to him. I promised myself, and him, the day he was born I'd always maintain an honest relationship with him. So, when your eight-year-old asks, 'why aren't we living at home?' or 'are you and dad getting divorced?' I hate not knowing how to answer those.

I want to tell that we're going through this because his dad is a selfish bastard who wants to fuck his boss and spend all his time with her. That it's where he's been for the last few years. Thank God this PI was thorough. He'd managed to dig up our whole marriage. Thankfully this was his only stepping out. Unfortunately, he stepped out. Five years ago. It started out as an emotional affair. It didn't get physical until four years ago. It all hurts to know he was living a totally different life. One without Ryder and I. And I didn't know how to tell all of that to my son, who only wanted answers. I knew I had to give the age appropriate one, so I'd simply told him, "Dad loves you buddy. But he and I want different things. Dad wants to see other people, and I don't. So, we won't be living together any more. But you now have two rooms! And you get time with just mom or just dad!" I plastered a smile on my face, trying to make it seem like the coolest thing in the world. He didn't seem convinced.

"It'll be okay bud. Things always play out how they're supposed to." I said, hugging him to my side, kissing him on the top of his head.