Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 170

Hank

POV

Bob was so careful when he told me about Kitty and the children's DNA and showed me the reports that there was no mistaking it. I am relieved in some ways because it has been eating me up inside. I cried when faced with the undeniable truth.

Kitty was not my wife, and she was married to someone overseas. I was relieved to learn that Theo and Felicity were mine, not so sad that Margaret was not. We were never close, but Cindy was a disappointment. I had hoped, as I read the DNA reports, that she would be, but when you have an unfaithful wife, it is potluck if they are yours. No, let me take that back; I was never married to her; it was never sent to the registry office and made official; all this time, Kitty would have known and had been playing me the fool. I am more angry now than upset; I am upset only over Cindy not being mine, but I cannot change that.

It is time for me to go to the attic and go through all that paperwork that Kitty keeps hidden away. I also need to grab the records that I started saving when I was getting too many girls needing my medical help. It just felt off, and now I know it

was.

My heart went out to Bob when he told me about Wendy, but I never dreamed it had happened to me. I know he will help me through this, as I was there for him, but I did not understand the pain. Now, we can share more than the love of sports. Even Bethany, who had the same experience, can sympathize with me. I know she won't give me pity, as I am sure she did not want pity any more than I do.

I placed my journals in my briefcase and then headed upstairs to start the search there; no one was home at the moment, so I could do a thorough search before looking elsewhere in the house. I wonder when they will arrest the girls. I can hardly believe that Margaret was a call-girl, a lady of the night; call it what you will. She was more than an exotic dancer, as she led me to believe. I feel dirty that she had managed to talk me into coming to watch her that one time. I wouldn't say I liked the place, full of smoke and rowdy drunk men. It was not my scene, and she joked about it for ages, calling me old-fashioned.

I found the box of papers I was looking for, and after a quick flick through some of it, I carried it down, placed it in my car, and headed back to hunt for more. She kept it all out of sight. Three more trips downstairs, and I headed to her office. I was allowed in and hunted around, but there was nothing in that room like I had expected; she made sure it was just receipts for materials.

Satisfied I had it all, I headed over to Bob's place, assuming he was still home. I know he mentioned seeing Nate, but he might have put it off until the afternoon, with all these repairmen around, his new wife. Or should I say his first wife, as he never married Wendy? This is a crazy-mixed situation that sends the mind in a loop.

I was lucky that Bob and Pam were still there, talking to the security people and setting up the fingerprinting and keypad. It was a good idea to go keyless. I might do the same at home.

I will be living alone soon. Unless Cindy wants to stay, she will be the one in limbo. Will she want to hunt her biological father? I table that thought for now, and it hurts too much to think about, one step at a time. When we get to it, we shall cross that bridge, and I will respect her decision.

'Hi Hank, I was not expecting you back so soon! Pam said as she welcomed me into their home.

'Coffee?' Bob offered as I reached the kitchen area. In the short time I had been gone, the floor had been tiled with large foot square floor tiles, and the lounge had a new carpet laid. I could hear workers down the hall. They must be working on the bathrooms. 'I have brought boxes and my books from Kitty's sewing room. I was unsure if you wanted to take them or would like to go with me to Jacko and hand them over!'

'That is your choice, and Pam is okay here to oversee what work is left to finish off for today. Now the worst of the work is done, I can come with you, and we can meet up with Jacko; let me call him and see if he is in the office first. I nodded, sat in the kitchen nook, and sipped coffee as Bob talked to Jacko.

'He is going to be in the office all day and would love for you to go there and hand the paperwork over and sign that you have freely given it over as evidence!

'I understand.'

'Finish your coffee, and I will accompany you to the station.' I sat and drank the coffee, not really tasting it, as Bob and I talked about what was in the boxes and what Jacko meant about signing it over for evidence. I got it; they do not want anything coming back to bite them and are guilty of being let free because of a technicality.

The drive to the precinct felt like a betrayal of sorts against my wife, who is not my wife, and here I go again. This is hitting me harder than I thought possible, considering I had been wondering myself if I was married to Kitty when I started to doubt the woman she brought home for me to treat in the quiet; that should have raised flags, but I had trusted her, and that trust is gone now.

'Hi Jacko. Bob greeted Jacko and held out his hand to shake. Jacko then approached me, shook my hand, and rubbed my shoulder. I could see he understood how hard this was for me.

'I believe you have some paperwork for me. Jacko asked as he released my hand.

'Yes, these are my two journals of women's names and what I treated them for; these are all ladies brought to my home by Kitty. In the boot of my car are four more boxes of assorted paperwork. I hope this will be of assistance to you! I handed over the two books and waited for Jacko to signal we were to get the boxes. A few moments later, a knock on Jacko's door, and a man popped his head in.

'Ah, John, go with Hank here and take a few men with you. He has four boxes for the wedding room. The man's eyes widened, and he nodded, turning to lead the way and calling out some names that had men jumping to do his bidding. I popped the boot of my car and let the men take the boxes, and I followed them back up to Jacko's office; they turned into a room, and I continued to his office, not wanting to see what was in that room.

'Hank, can you read and sign this? It states that you brought those items of your own free will.' I nodded, read the paper, and was happy to sign it.

'Would you like to give a statement that would relate to your books?'

'Please.' I sat and went over the same as I had with Bob, and Jacko took it down and then had me read and sign that, too. 'Just do you know? I will be over later today to collect Kitty and Margaret for questioning, and they might not be returning home!' 'That is fine, and they are out today. I expect them home around four o'clock.

'I can send some men over; we will follow you, and I will come too. We can watch the sports game as if it were a normal Sunday until they come home. Then arrest her when she walks in the door!'

'You going to sit with me too, Bob?' I don't know why I asked that.

'Sure, I missed a lot of sports too.' He chuckled, and we headed out; Jacko followed me in his car, and two more cars followed Jacko.

The cars all pulled up into our driveway, and I led them to the den. I placed the monitor on the table, so we could see when they arrived home and relaxed in front of the game.

I am still determining what I watched the most: the game on the television or the monitor.