Next Summer

Part 3

   The following Saturday morning as Andrew and Serena were having breakfast there was a knock at the door. Serena, wearing only one of Andrew's long t-shirts jumped up and ran to the door, "I'll get it," she said.
"No wait," Andrew called, but he was too late.

The door swung open and a middle aged women with short dark hair stood there looking Serena up and down, scowling at her. "So you're the trollop who's been screwing my husband," she said through gritted teeth.
"And you must be his hag of his soon-to-be ex-wife," Sarina shot back at the woman with a glare.
"Why you little bitch....." the woman took a threatening step towards Serena who stood her ground.

Andrew jumped up and ran between them. "Karen," he said to his wife with a pleading voice, "I'm so sorry about this. I meant to talk to you about it." He turned to his girlfriend, "Please go to the bedroom," he said firmly, "I need to talk to Karen."
"Okay," she pouted, "But don't take too long." She walked towards the bedroom, then looked over her shoulder with a flirtatious smile and added, "I'll be waiting for you, naked."

His wife glared at Andrew with a look that could kill. "I saw you and your whore in a press photo on the internet. So when were you planning on telling me you were leaving me?"
Andrew sighed, "I'm sorry. I was going to discuss it with you tomorrow, I swear I was."
"Liar," she spat at him, "You are beneath contempt. I hate you for this, Andrew, and your children will hate you too." She pulled her wedding ring off her finger and threw it at him. "I'm going to see a lawyer on Monday about a divorce. Come and get your stuff from the house, but let me know in advance so I won't be there. I never want to see your face again!" She turned and stormed off.

Andrew stood frozen to the spot for several seconds watching her go. It was out in the open now. He had been hoping that the photo taken by the journalist on Thursday night would not make it onto the internet, and if it did Karen would not see it. Fuck! He had wanted to talk to her about a separation first before she found out about his affair. Now it was blown out of the water!
He picked up the ring, closed the door and walked slowly to the bedroom. 

True to her word Serena was lying on the bed naked waiting for him. "You've ruined everything!" he snapped at her, throwing his robe over her body, "You had to open the door to her, and then that shot about waiting for me naked. She's going to go to her lawyer and file for a divorce. She'll take me to the cleaners! I'll probably lose over half of everything we own."

Serena sat up holding the robe in front of her. "You told me you had already talked to her about getting a divorce," she said coldly, "You lied to me! You wanted it all, didn't you? A wife and a girlfriend. Don't blame me for this." She walked to the wardrobe and quickly dressed. "I'm going out," she said. 

Moments later after the front door had slammed, Andrew sat down on his bed. What should he do? He was supposed to go home this afternoon for the rest of the weekend, but he dare not show his face at home now for a few days until Karen had cooled off. He hadn't been completely sure about divorcing her, but now it seemed he would have no choice. He hoped the media wouldn't get hold of it. At least he was only a back bencher in parliament. The media usually took less notice of ministers like him, but he could still imagine the headline in the paper:
Minister for Wentworth Destroys Marriage. Has Affair with Girl half his Age. And it would be accompanied with that photo of him and Serena taken the other night. This could destroy his chances of being re-elected at the next election which was only a year away.

Serena returned three hours later. "I'm sorry," Andrew said, "I should have told Karen a lot sooner about you. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course," she said with a smile, "Now get your clothes off. Let's have some fun."