Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 100

Bret POV

A loud, constant knocking was happening on our front door at ten o'clock at night. We were all getting ready for bed.

'I will get it, I called out as I passed near the front door, checking that everything was locked up, a silly habit I started when I was young. I thought whoever was knocking was known by the gate guard, or they would never have made it past the gate. I opened the door. Several police officers were standing on the porch, staring at me as I opened it up. I was a little shocked to see them, but hopefully, I kept my face calm.

'Can I help you?' I asked, feeling lead hit the bottom of my stomach at the sight of them. I was given more time to get the information they needed. Are they here to take me away?

'Are Cynthia and Wendy Peterson home?' The policewoman looked at her clipboard in his hand and then back up at me expectantly.

'Sure, come on in, and I will call them down.' I was pleased they were not here to take me away and was interested in replaceing out what the women had been up to that had the police at our door.

I led the police to the lounge room, offered them a seat, and set off to call for Wendy and Cynthia.

'You have visitors, Wendy.' I called out, knowing that Cynthia would come too, as she hates missing out on anything. As expected, Cynthia arrived almost before Wendy and could not back away fast enough.

'Cynthia, they want to talk to you too, I said as she tried to leave the room. There was nothing she could do to avoid the confrontation that was about to happen. I was feeling pretty good that they were not there for me, and I was interested in replaceing out why they were there. She gave me stinky eyes as she walked back in before giving an innocent smile to the police.

'You are Cynthia Peterson?' the police officer with the clipboard asked.

'Yes.' Cynthia replied coldly.

'Are you Wendy Peterson, also known as Wendy Sanderson?' she asked Wendy, and she said yes. It took that moment of the police using two names for me to realize that Wendy most likely had done the same to Bob as Cynthia had done to me: married two people, but not. I have yet to get my head around that part.

'You are both under arrest in connection to a motor vehicle accident, k********g, and the bashing of one Bethany Peterson.' They then read them their rights and handcuffed them. I was numb, and they were the ones that hurt Bethany. I had heard them saying she was in hospital, but I could not locate her, but they caused it. I was horrified and upset by everything I had just learned. Poor Bethany. I hope she is alright. They never charged them with murder, so Bethany is still alive, but how do I replace out how she is when they put her in hiding? I assumed they had done that because Wendy and Cynthia had gone ballistic when they could not locate her.

Cynthia POV

Bret said Mum had a visitor. I rushed downstairs to replace out who was here for her this late at night. I could get them into my bed and replace out all Mother's secrets. She had been so secretive lately, and I wanted to know why. I waltzed into the room proudly and could not step back fast enough when I saw the police. I was going to hide in the hall and listen to why they came for her until Bret spoiled it. He did this deliberately, and I would make him suffer for that.

The police also wanted to speak to me, which made a cold shiver run down my back.

That does not sound good, and we are out on bail. Surely, they cannot just take us back and throw us back in jail. I can't go back there. Those ladies in that jail holding section were terrible and rude. The clothes they had us change into were scratchy and ugly. I thought we had to go to court first, and we could fight and get out on good behavior or something like that. The last thing I had expected was to be arrested for Bethany's accident and the bashing. How did they get enough evidence to arrest us? Wendy said we were careful and nothing could be pinned on us.

I wanted to fight the police and leave kicking and screaming, but with so many police, I doubted I would be able to get away and hide for long. If I could even get out of here, wait till I get out of the holding cell, and go replace that cow, the beating she just had would be nothing compared to what I would make sure she gets next. I vowed as Mother started to argue with the police. Wendy POV

I had just put on my face cream when Bret called me downstairs. Visitors, at this time of night? I know I was expecting someone, but they were to come tomorrow. When I had the house to myself, could he not wait? I giggled at the thought and rushed out the door to replace out who it was. As I approached, I could see Cynthia trying to back out of the room. It must be someone she did not want to see. Entering the room, the police were the last people I had expected to see. They asked my name and added my other name. Very few knew of my other marriage, and it surprised me that they used both. I guess they have to get it all right, or we could fight it all on technicality. What surprised me was why I was being arrested. I am still determining how they worked out. It was us. Bethany was more or less unconscious most of the time, and I stood in the background. She could not have seen me hiding in the back like that.

'I do not agree. I want to call my lawyer. I am not going anywhere with you.' I argued and left the room to fetch my mobile phone. My lawyer said to say nothing when questioned without him present and wait till he replaces out this latest one. He is going to have a field day.

'You can call your lawyer at the precinct now. Please come peacefully. The man looked like he wanted me to fight him, so I sighed and gave up.

'Let me get my purse and phone. I went to leave the room.

'Sorry, but you need to come as you are. He took my arms and turned me around so fast I had no time to fight him and the click of handcuffs was heard, and the heavy, cold metal was on my skin.

We were taken to the Seventh Precinct. I have no friendly contacts here, so I am going to have to rely on my lawyer skills to get me out of here. Cynthia is complaining bitterly about everything, like the spoiled brat she is, and I have only myself to blame for that. She does not realize that this time, it is going to be a little more tricky to get out of. She thinks that because we have gotten away with things in the past, we will walk away from this one, too, but something deep down in my gut says this one is going to be harder to get out of.

Bob will make sure of it. We have hurt his precious little girl, and he will try everything in his ability to make sure I pay for it. I am going to have the lawyer look at getting it thrown out under conflict of interest and see how he likes that. I chuckle to myself, already planning how to get out of here and how I am going to make Bethany pay for having me spend more time in this awful place.

Bret POV

The moment they had her outside the door and loaded into the police vehicle. I rushed up to Wendy's room.

She always locked her door when away, so I never got a chance to go through her room and see if she had the paperwork that the police wanted me to replace. I pulled open every drawer, walked into her walk-in robe, and pushed clothes around, pulling boxes off the top shelf. Just as I was about to give up, I found a box on the floor. It had shoes on top of it, but they were not shoes when I started to pull them out; the documents I had been hunting for were there. I was so excited I tried to make sense of some of it, but it was beyond me.

I pulled out my phone, found the card I received from the detective in charge of the case, and called his number. 'Seventh precinct.' The voice said politely but bored.

'Bret Morrison speaking. Before I could go any further, the man stopped me.

'Just a moment, I will put you through! I was on hold for about three minutes before I recognized a man's voice.

'Bret? How can I help you?' The detective spoke politely, and I wondered if he would stay that way. When he had me arrested and in that back room, the last thing he did was friendly and polite.

'Can you come to my house now? I have something I need you to see, I asked excitedly.

'Can it wait for tomorrow? It is getting late.' He sounded tired, and with it already eleven at night, it was most definitely very late to still be at work.

'Please, they just took Wendy and Cynthia away, and I'm not sure how much time I have before they get released,' I almost begged.

'Okay, I will be there in twenty minutes. He hung up and, true to his word, twenty minutes later he was knocking on the door.

'Hi, so glad you could come this way! I led four police detectives up to Wendy's room and showed them the box. They sat down and went through a little bit of it, talking softly to each other. 'Where did you replace this?'

'In here. I took them to the walk-n-robe and pointed to the spot. They started to pull all the different boxes out and pulled what was in them apart. In each box was more paperwork. I needed to be more thorough, but they had, and with my permission, they could take it all. Because I am legally married to Cynthia and this house is in her name, I can invite the police to take the items away, and Wendy could do nothing about it. It was all legal. I do not understand it all and would not begin to argue whether it was or not. If they say it is fine for them to take it, with my permission, then I am happy to get it out of here and into their hands if it means that we get Wendy off my back and a divorce from Cynthia.