I wasn't feeling well, so decided to go back home, and start the two week trial thing at Tabby's.

Patty seemed to be having fun doing mundane things; and I find her using the word honest too much, then figure it's something left from her time as a Spirit of Lies.

We decided to start cooking for Thanksgiving Wednesday morning, and went grocery shopping Tuesday night. I'm not one for cooking, but Tabby wants me to at least try while Patty broods, as I normally would.

Tuesday night, Brian came back just after eleven. The smell of musk was so thick, there was no way I could mistake it. He is cheating on Tabitha, and I will either scare him straight, or run him off.

"This will suck." I plop into bed, my hair covering my face in an annoying way, so I blow at it, then decide to use my hand.

I get up early and use my outfit window to style and dress myself, for a day of cooking. I added two inches to the length of my hair in the preset and chose a style with a small braid coming off my temples back to a simple ponytail.

A pair of topaz oval cut studded earrings in a titanium setting adorned each ear, and I wore a matching Topaz necklace on a chain so fine I initially thought it was silver thread.

I settled on basic blue jeans, and a brown mock turtleneck, and decided on a sporty top over it to subdue the feminine figure I had. That smell last night really put me on edge around Brian.

Once I was ready for a day of cooking, i made a half a cup of oatmeal on the stove, filled the pot with water an put it in the sink. I had just enough time to mix some cinnamon in, when he ruined my mood, by being visible.

I quickly thought of a few changes on the 'active' character page I would want to use if he really pissed me off, like bright red irises, slightly pointed ears, slightly extended canines. All set up to be switched to, and away from quickly, but only once, as selecting the preset will erase the changes.

"Who are you?" He asked crossing his arms.

"That depends on you." I lick my spoon. "Best friend, worst enemy, or just the annoying sister-in-law." I grin, still hiding how infuriated I was. "Or any combination in between, you choose."

"You weren't at the wedding." He said.

"Curious choice of words, but true, I wasn't at 'your' wedding." I admit, stressing the idea it was his wedding. "I got to see plenty of pictures, Tabby was a beautiful bride, for you."

"Why are you here?" He asks, it seems my reminder hit him the way I wanted it to.

"I stayed the night to help with the cooking today. Didn't you notice my blow-dryer and all the extra makeup in the bathroom, when you came in last night? Or were you still confused, about which house you were in?"

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The widening of his eyes let me know, he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"If I catch you stepping out on Tabby again, I won't stay quiet about it. You will stop, or discover why our family name is feared in this town."

He laughs with a hint of discomfort, and finally starts a pot of coffee. About that time, Tabby rounds the corner, and slams a document on the table with high visibility colored post-it tabs sticking out one side. The top titled 'Petition of Divorce'

"You don't have to stay quiet about it sis. I was already planning this. Sign it, then get out." And with that she left the room again.

"Did you put her up to this?"

"Nope, but glad she did it."

"Where'd the dumb broad get the idea then," he leaned over my, now empty, oatmeal bowl, in an attempt to threaten me.

I leaned back in my chair, to look at his face better, gave a slow blink, changing my look as I opened my eyes back up. I almost chuckled at his reaction, stumbling into the counter in attempt to get away from me; but I had something to do.

"Now you've pissed me off, Brian." I lean forward, and consciously extend the canines a bit more, so they pinch my lower lip when my mouth is closed. "First, you cheat on a Korvall; then you belittle her in front of me. Let me tell you a secret: be glad I'm the one who discovered your cheating. If Dad had, you would end up having nightmares at just the thought of our family name for decades, and be burred under so much legal trouble, and debt, that the only thing you'd be able to use 'that thing' for is a quick piss." With a blink I activated the preset, thank goodness the hairstyle stayed intact.

"Now, if I were you, I would initial and sign that everywhere it was marked, and make myself scarce. If you think I can be scary, you've never truly pissed off Tabby, and Dad's no pushover either."

I stand to leave the room, and see a puddle of piss on the floor.

"For the love of everything holy! Clean up after yourself, and stop wearing just your underwear in front of teenage girls. DFS might take it the wrong way."

I go back to Tabby's bedroom, and see her sitting motionless on her bed, looking defeated, lost. She doesn't even look like she is going to cry. The pride I thought she had, shattered. Pieces of it underfoot as I stepped closer. I embraced her, and got on my knees, in front of her.

"I love you, Tabitha." I said truthfully.

She slowly wrapped her arms around me, and we stayed like that, until we heard his truck fire up. The, normally quiet, engine waking up anyone who wasn't already, then the tires squealed off into the distance. The floodgates broke right then. We weren't going to get Thanksgiving prepared like this. But that's not important right now.

When it looked like Tabby was calmed down enough to think, I decided to give her a task.

"You have a copy of the Prenup here?" She nods, "get it, and bring it to the kitchen." I leave the room, and go where the divorce papers were left. Every note initialed, and the line signed for no contest. He agreed to everything.

Tabitha wordlessly handed me a pristine legal envelope. I opened it, and slid everything out. A copy of the marriage license, the certificate of marriage from the pastor, insurance and appraisal paperwork for the rings, and dress; and my personal favorite, the ten page prenup I had them sign before they got married. Neither one read it, at least not in front of me.

I turned to page 3, then verified his initials on the petition. I set the prenup down in front of Tabitha, then turned the divorce papers toward her, pointed at his initials admitting to infidelity, then set my other hand on section twelve, conditions of divorce under admission of infidelity.

I watched her eyes begin reading, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She then looked up at me in shock.

"Call the lawyer, tell him he is needed right now, I will pay his holiday rate for a house-call."

She scrambled away from me, looking for her cellphone.