Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... you!"Shit. Tuesday. He saw the charges."It was for you! For this weekend, and for when I get back!" Mostly.

"Riiiight. And you weren't going to pack any of it for your trip? There was absolutely zero chance that Richard would see a special little something? There was nothing, nothing AT ALL from your shopping spree that might-or-might-not have been just for him?"

"NO!"Yes.

"Emma. I have no reason to believe you, and plenty of reason not to."

"I don't know how to say it, Bradley. You have to believe me. You have nothing to worry about."Actually yes, he has PLENTY to worry about.

"I think I do. And the fact that I even think so means YOU have something to worry about, too." He set down his mug. "Here is what's going to happen. As of today, as of right this minute, I'm kicking you out of the house. You don't live here anymore, and you're not welcome here. I'll give you time to pack a bag, and you can collect the rest of your stuff later. You're going to drive to your mother's, where you are going to have a long conversation with her about how a married woman should or should not behave if she wishes to remain married. You'll be spending the night with Tom and Berniss. I've already called them, they're expecting you."

"Don't be ridiculous. You can't do that."

"Ridiculous, eh? Know what's ridiculous? Running off on a honeymoon with some other guy and expecting your dumb husband to just sit back and take it. THAT is ridiculous. Fortunately for me, this family ...

... has experience with this kind of thing. I was SPECIFICALLY warned about it. So. You Are Going To See Your Mother, TONIGHT, and you are going to learn from that experience. If you fail to do so, this marriage is already over."

"You can't possibly be serious!"

"As a heart attack."

"You can't make me. You're my husband, not my owner."

"Aha. Well, you're right about that. I don't own you. I don't control you. I figure you're going to do whatever you damn well please, regardless of what I have to say. But that door opens in both directions. If I don't like what you're doing, you can't stop me from divorcing your ass, either." "What? You can't mean that."

"It's not just about you, Emma. This is a marriage. This is a partnership. If you step out of that partnership, then you're not my partner anymore. Simple as that. We work TOGETHER, or we don't work out as a team."

"I can't believe you'd bring up divorce so casually. I haven't even done anything! You won't divorce me over going to a conference."

"I'm divorcing you anyway. I've decided. We're done. I might as well go for the nuclear option, since you've already killed us. We'll figure out the house and the kids and the money and everything later. I'm getting a lawyer tomorrow, and you can expect to be served sometime next week, I guess. If you want me NOT to do any of that, if you want it to STOP, then you're going to do what I've told you. Go See Your Mother. Now."

"It's... Oh, come on. I wouldn't even get ...