Page 2 of Second Chances
Chapter 2
"And he just walkedout?"
Megan's best friend, Charlotte, pulled the silk blanket from the back of her couch and wrapped it around Megan's shoulders.
"Yep. Just walked out."
"I can't believe it. I mean, I never thought that he was the cheating kind of guy." Charlotte pressed a button on the small remote that sat next to the bright pink orchid on the marble side table and flames jumped to life in the large gas fireplace. The first snowfall of the season was battering her leaded glass windows.
"Neither did I."
"And that's when you turned into a crazy person?"
Megan sighed, "Yep."
Megan had chased Alex into the garage and stood behind the car until he agreed to explain what was going on.
The worst-case scenarios she had imagined were accurate and compounded by the fact that her husband was planning to leave her for his twenty-six-year-old pregnant girlfriend named Roberta Mason.
Blind rage overtook her, she had grabbed one of his precious golf clubs, and by the time he was able to back out of the garage his prized Lexus had one less functioning window.
"You're crazy," he had screamed as he squealed the wheels out of the driveway.
Megan had crumpled to the garage floor in a heap, the grip of the nine-iron held loosely in her hands. She sobbed for the loss of everything she knew, everything she had known for the past fifteen years.
She pulled herself up off the floor only once the cold from the concrete had seeped deep into her bones and she shuffled back into the house.
"Ah, the old nine iron - the classic scorned wife weapon. Who are you, Mrs. Tiger?" Charlotte attempted to joke.
Megan knew that she was trying to make light of the situation.
"I know. I'm such a cliché," Megan sighed.
"He's going to regret it, you know that right, Meg?" Charlotte rubbed her friend’s knee.
"You know what the sad thing is?" Meg said, although the second she uttered those words knew they were something that shouldn't be said to her headstrong independent friend.
Charlotte eased back onto the couch and pursed her lips, "What? That you'd take him back?"
"Yes," Megan whispered.
Suzanna, Charlotte's housekeeper peeked her head into the sitting room, "Miss, your coffee is ready. Would you like me to bring it to you?"
Charlotte was a self-made woman, someone who had come from nothing and built an empire in real estate. She rarely spoke about her upbringing but had once let it slip that as a young child their family didn't have an indoor bathroom. She prided herself on treating everyone with respect, her staff were the best paid in the state and treated like family.
"Thanks, Suzy, that would be great." She smiled at her housekeeper, "Megan takes—"
"Two creams," Suzy shouted over the whirring of the espresso machine.
Suzanna delivered the mugs of coffee into the sitting room on a tray, along with some biscotti.
"Suzy, could you please get me the number for Margot Meyer?"
Suzanna cast a look between the two friends, Margot Meyer was a well-known divorce attorney. If she wasn’t the best, she was definitely the most expensive. "Of course."
"I can't afford her," Megan whispered as Suzanna left the room.
"No, but I can." Charlotte dunked the biscotti in her coffee and bit off a piece. "Mmmm. This is the best I've ever had, what are these? Almonds?"
