Not Us: Cash & Devin

Chapter 6

Devin POV

Numb. That's all I was feeling. When Clint, as he insisted we all call him after introducing himself to my friends, came with his lawyer, we got to work. I told them I wanted to keep my apartment and the rest of my inheritance that was in a trust for me which Caleb didn't know about. Those were the two most important things for me. I needed a place to stay until I could find another one to buy and move into. I was not going to be staying in the apartment for long. I didn't want any reminders of him anymore. Caleb thought I used all of my inheritance to get the apartment. I also brought up the possibility of suing his tramp. Because he and his little fucking bimbo were the cause of the downfall of my marriage. Clint's lawyer asked if I had proof she knew, and I slid my phone over to her.

She smiled, evilly once she saw the videos of his phone and the messages. She knew we had them, both, dead to rights. I smiled back, in I'm sure was a hallow, slightly scary look. It was the best I could manage. But seeing the satisfied faces of my new lawyer, Amber, and my besties, I knew I was making the right choice. I would never be able to look past anything. Not after witnessing it firsthand, and hearing it.

I couldn't close my eyes without seeing them. Even when I did get the images to finally go away, the sounds of them together echoed through my mind. I wanted it to stop. After a few hours of this cycle, I was getting pissed. So incredibly pissed off.

"Can we see about getting me a therapist too?" I lowly asked Eddie and Em. They both nodded and Eddie went out to talk to a doctor for me.

I wanted to burn the world down around him systematically. I wanted him to feel as empty and hollow as I feel. Eddie came back in, nodding at me, and pulled out my messenger bag and pulled out all kinds of paperwork. Tax documents, the deed for the apartment, and proof I was the one making the making the mortgage payments. He also pulled out all the paperwork involving my inheritance.

"All this is great. I'll get my aide to come down so we can work through this and hopefully," she was cut off by the doctor walking in.

"Well, it seems everything looks alright. I have that referral you asked for," he lifted an eyebrow and a piece of paper. I nodded to him in thanks. "Everything came back normal. We're going to send you home, but we'd like you to take a few days off work."

"Send the slip to HR. I'm usually down in the ED."

"Ah. Well, sorry you're here on a day off," he chuckled lightly, "Alright. And I think it'd be wise to have someone else staying with you."

"We are." Eddie and Emilia said together. I smiled at them, and then at the doctor. Time for sleepovers again like when we were kids. Or in college, all sneaking into one of our dorms.

"Wonderful. We can have you out of here in about thirty minutes. Sound good?"

"Please," I practically begged.

"Then," Amber drawled out, "Can we go to your place? Get a head start on this? Mr. Westwood said you'd like this to be done as soon as possible." I looked at Clint and smiled at him. I don't know how this man just seems to know what I want.

I gave a nod to him, as his eyes flicked to Eddie, "Yes. I have to get ahold of the medical board to stop the process of changing my name since I'll be going back to Murphy." I said, sitting up more in bed, trying to move myself to the edge The need to pee was overwhelming, and I'd rather not show my ass to everyone.

"Added it to the list," Eddie said, typing in his phone, "Let me help you, sis," he said, swiftly clamping the back of my gown shut with his big hand and helping me steady myself before walking with me and my IV pole to the bathroom. I sat there and listened as papers shuffled and low voices talked about plans, and how soon we could tackle them. I admit, I'm eager too. I want nothing more to do with this pathetic man, I called my husband.

I looked in the mirror, and I didn't look too bad. A little pale, but not bad. I'd be fine after eating something light like soup or salad. I washed my hands as there was a knock on the door. It barely opened when a small petite hand came in holding clothes for me so I didn't have to borrow a pair of scrub bottoms. They were always out of my size. Putting on my most comfortable jogger sweats, my HeyDude tennies, and the oversized hoodie that I knew was one of Eddie's from college, I felt a little better. I was surrounded by comfort.

Three hours later, we had gone through most of the documents, and it was determined that my apartment was not marital property. We'd successfully drawn up papers to sue AP Becky. Those were going to be delivered Monday, after she was fired from work since she was still within her probationary period. The divorce papers were almost ready to go. We just needed to finish the novel that was the paperwork for my inheritance.

"Alright. I can happily say, this is not marital property either. You're able to keep this. I would also recommend a prenup if you ever do get remarried. Protects both parties if they're fair."

I just nodded. Feeling number, but determined. That was a feeling I didn't think would come out so soon.

"What do I tell people?" I said, mainly to myself, but was slightly hopeful that someone would have some advice.

"You can tell them the truth. And as long as you don't show the sex tape, you should be fine," Amber said.

"I'm going to tell our families and friends today. How soon can the divorce papers be done?"

Amber looked at her assistant who looked determined. They both looked at me, Amber raising a perfectly sculpted brow, "We can have them ready by dinner. When do you want these delivered?"

I smirked. "I want them delivered via singing telegram right after their HR meeting. Or maybe make my own singing card and it has the sounds of them fucking on it. The clip where they're calling each other names," I tapped my finger on my chin, "Maybe I want a marching band there too. I kind of want to make a huge show of it. Just to be a bitch."

"And if you have to settle for him just, having them delivered right after the HR meeting?"

I scoffed, and had a small smile on my face, "I just want him to feel the same humiliation I felt. Because now? I'm numb. And I just want out." Amber nodded, working on getting the paperwork done and filed so we could have it sent out asap, while her assistant started making phone calls in the kitchen.

My first call was to my parents to fill them in on what Eddie hadn't yet, they told me they were waiting at the airport for their flight here in twenty minutes. The next call was going to hurt. Caleb's mother always loved me. She'd always wanted a daughter, and she said that was me. She loved our connection and insisted I call her mom.

Let's get this party started.