Page 9 of Laws of Love
Since it was so late, she offered him one of her guestrooms, which often became his after a night of dinner and studying at her place.
She left Finx to his own devices, telling him goodnight. He’d stayed over enough to know where everything was. So, she headed to her en suite. She turned on the shower and stripped out of her clothes.
She didn’t have any early appointments tomorrow, but she did plan on making some calls to a couple of clients first thing, and she had some other paperwork to go over before filing it.
When she finished with her shower, she dried off, moisturized, and pulled on a pair of panties, a t-shirt, and her bonnet. Aiva wasn’t overly tired as she slid into the bed, so she picked up her tablet and read a bit.
It was an hour later when she felt herself drifting off. Placing the tablet back on her bedside table, she turned off the lamp and slid down into bed. Closing her eyes and allowing sleep to overtake her.
5
Aiva had just finished emailing one of her clients when Finx showed Knox in. She didn’t have any calls or appointments before his, and she instructed Finx to show him in whenever he arrived. She stood, reaching over her desk to shake his hand before gesturing for him to have a seat, then retaking her own.
“Thank you for coming in, Knox. I’ll try not to take up too much of your time.” She placed a copy of the divorce paperwork she planned to file in front of him.
“It’s no problem,” he responded, and Aiva had almost forgotten how deep his voice was. How the baritone felt like it was washing over her.
For the next hour, she went over everything the documentation contained and how the process worked, along with the timeframe they more than likely were looking at. Yes, she’d covered those last couple of things with him before, but Aiva always liked to go back and ensure her clients understood everything.
“I know I ask you this every time we speak or meet, but I like for my clients to have all the information necessary. Do you have any questions?” Aiva inquired once they’d finished going over everything.
“Would you like me to send you any calls and messages from Mia after I get a particular number of them, or would you prefer I hold on to them until we get a response?”
“You have more from her?” Aiva questioned with a raised brow.
It’d only been a week and a half since their last meeting. Though she’d read the texts and listened to the voicemails he provided, so she shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d collected more evidence.
“I do,” Knox responded with a nod. “It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she contacts me, whether it’s via text message or phone call at least twice a day. Those days I consider lucky.”
Aiva shook her head. What was it with this woman? From the information she’d gotten from Knox, they’d been separated for over a year, and he’d told her they weren’t happy for some time before then. However, Aiva had seen women and men like this plenty of times.
“You can send them to me in batches. That way I can have everything organized and sorted by date for mediation, and eventually, for court if we can’t settle outside of it.”
“I’m almost positive we’ll have to move past mediation and go to court,” Knox informed her. “Mia won’t give up custody of Yasmine without a fight.”
“In that case, we’ll be prepared,” Aiva responded, leaning back in her seat. She would file all the documentation on Monday, and she had already contacted a private service to serve Mia. “Once I receive the confirmation that she’s been served, I’ll call and let you know.”
“Trust me, I’ll know. If I know Mia, she’ll be on the phone cursing me out before they even leave the house,” Knox replied.
From what she’d learned about the other woman through the text messages and voicemails, Aiva knew he was more than likely correct. A part of her wondered if Mia had always been that way or if it was something that developed over time; and if she’d always been that way, what changed to make Knox not want to deal with it anymore, or had he been worn down?
“I’d love to tell you that this will be a fast and easy process, and you’ll get some peace at the end, but I’ve never believed in selling fairytales,” Aiva told him. “From what you’ve told me about her, and the evidence I’ve received from you, this is going to drag out. It may even get messy, but I’ll do everything in my power to make it easier on you,” Aiva promised.
“Thank you,” Knox responded. “I knew when I decided I was blowing up my life and starting a war for a bit, but it’s worth it.”
“Speaking of blowing up your life. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I read over your prenup twice to familiarize myself with it. There’s a small clause that mentions infidelity.” Aiva watched as he nodded. “Were you at any point during your marriage, or while separated unfaithful to your wife?”
“I was not. I have not,” Knox responded.
“Do you know if she’s been unfaithful to you?” Aiva asked.
“I…don’t know. Why do you ask?”
“The lawyer that drew up the documentation was looking out for you as well. To paraphrase, it basically says if you are unfaithful you agree to pay her double the agreed-upon amount stated, but if she was unfaithful, she’d leave the marriage with what she came into it with, and any property or assets that are solely in her name.”
“I didn’t remember that being in there. It’s been so long since I’ve looked at it, but it rings a bell,” Knox replied, and Aiva studied him for a long moment.
“Then I’ll ask you again. Were you unfaithful to your wife?”
