A tall man, wearing all black with a trench coat flapping in the wind, hurries home. His name is Sebastian Drake. An old fashioned name, for an old fashioned man, Sebastian put stock in three things. Hard Work, Dedication, and Honor. He sternly glanced at the gray stormclouds above him, as if daring them to begin raining, and increased the length of his stride. He had gotten out of work early, and intended to surprise his wife by coming home so soon. Sebastian was an entomologist. He worked at a university to classify various insects and arachnids. His boss had given him leave, due to his speedy completion of the classification of today's fresh stock. Sebastian's two story, victorian house came into view, his inheritance from his late grandfather. Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Sebastian pushed them into the lock, and opened the door. He carefully closed the door, so as not to alert his wife to his presence. Glancing around, he determined that she wasn't downstairs. Quietly, he tiptoed to the second floor. He was surprised to hear muffled voices coming from the bedroom. Sebastian, of course, owned all the modern appliances he could want, including a TV. However, the TV was downstairs, next door to the kitchen. That meant someone else, besides his wife, was in the house. A seed of worry inside his heart, Sebastian carefully approached the bedroom door. He silently pushed the door open, and as the scene beyond came into view, his eyes widened in shock. His wife of nearly four years was crouching on top of another man. He could clearly see the place where their nude forms joined. His sharp intake of breath was audible, even over the loud moans of the intertwined pair. Startled, his wife spun around, craning her neck in order to see who had come across her illicit adventures. Her eyes took on an almost comical look of surprise, never having expected that Sebastian would catch her. Sebastian said only one thing.
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"Why? Why would you do this?"
"Oh, er, uh S-Sebastian?! I c-can explain!" She stammered.
"Olivia..." Sebastian grimaced.
"But, er... It's your fault Sebastian! You're always working, and I needed someone to comfort me!" Olivia screeched.
"I see... So it was my fault that you were having sex with another man, while I was working to keep you in money, so that you could be happy. IN MY HOUSE, NO LESS!" Sebastian roared in fury.
'Hoo' Sebastian took a deep breath. "I will give you money to stay wherever you want. Get the hell out of my home. And take your lover with you!"
"Y-you're kicking me out?! You can't do that!" Olivia spoke, shocked.
"I can, and I will. It's my name on the forms, my money that pays for everything. Count yourself lucky I'm paying for your hotel room, or whatever. We're getting a divorce. I can't have you in my life after this." Sebastian ushered the shocked Olivia, and her equally startled boy-toy out, only giving them time to grab clothes and shoes. 'Wham' The door shut with finality. Sebastian sighed, stumbled to the kitchen, and poured himself a drink. *I need to call my lawyer.* He thought. Sighing, once again, he plodded towards his office space, pulling up an almost unused contact list on his phone. "Jim? We need to talk...