After breakfast, the couples split up to do their own thing, and Raegan and Genevieve went to Middleton Place to take a walk. Middleton Place was a historic landmark that had a beautiful garden, the Middleton Place house all lit up for Christmas, and also the gardens looked like they were lit up with Christmas lights and baubles. Raegan took it all in, holding hands with his wife, when he really wanted to hold hands with Candice.

Candice who wore that sexy two-piece lingerie that made him so damned hard, they fucked for hours-

"Are you going to tell me why you've been avoiding me lately?" Genevieve asked, breaking Raegan's thoughts about last night.

They stopped in front of a statue and a small group of camellias, and she let go of his hand. Genevieve crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for his answer. Raegan took a deep breath before answering. "I'm not avoiding you, G," Raegan assured her. "I've been busy with practice, and when I come home, I wanna rest all day."

Not that answer. Not that shit. "Come up with something else that doesn't sound like a lie, Rae," she snapped. "You smell like Daisy by Marc Jacobs, the scent you know damn well I hate. You're coming home early in the morning-dammit, you're also carrying around condoms, which you know we don't use. So just tell me the truth: are you fucking cheating on me or not?"

The question took him aback. The buzzing from his phone rumbled in the back of his pants, but he didn't dare pick it up, knowing it was Candice. "I'm not cheating on you, babe, I promise." he assured her. "If I was, then I wouldn't be smelling like that." He made a note to buy Candice some new perfume so he won't be coming home smelling like that. Taking a step towards her, he placed his hands on her sides. "If you want to put me on a lie detector test, then I'll take it, if you want. But I'm telling you the truth right now-"

His phone buzzed again, and then, because of his cursed Apple Watch, the text from Candice popped up: WHEN CAN I C U AGAIN? MISSED U INSIDE ME, BABES. Raegan started to look down to read it before Genevieve picked up his wrist and read it. Fire and anger flashed in her eyes, and that shook Rae more than anything else in the world.

"So you are cheating me!" Genevieve screamed, throwing his arm back. "Who is it, Rae? WHO THE HELL IS IT?" when he didn't answer, she snatched his wrist back to read the text, and she almost saw red. "Candice Steele?!" she roared once she saw the name. "I know that bitch. She's a slut and Natalia's sister. Have three fucking kids by two baby daddies that is paying her by the billions, and is married to a footballer. And now she chose my own husband to sleep with? Just so she can what, Raegan? Give you money? Something I can give you that no one else can-like a broke-ass Tesla?"

"Gen, please, don't make a scene," Rae begged.

"No, let me make a scene! In fact, sleep in one of the other rooms tonight-or go and be with her! Be with that broke-ass bitch for all I care! As far as I concerned, we're fucking through." Genevieve turned around and stormed off, leaving Raegan standing there where he was, his mouth dropped. If Candice hasn't constantly texted him, then everything would be fine. Now there's a possibility that they were headed for divorce...and he didn't want to go through that.

~

Lunch was...quiet. Waay to quiet.

Astrid had made reservations to Hank's Seafood Restaurant, and even though everyone around them were talking, the group was trying to talk...but thanks to what happened at Middleton Place, it had gotten quiet. Astrid took a bite of her Hank salad. "So who's going to talk first?" she said. "What the hell happened at Middleton Place, y'all?"

Genevieve put down her fork down, chewing slowly on her sautéed flounder. "Rae's cheating on me with that slut Candice." she said, making all eyes turn to the Ayers. "After Christmas, we're getting a divorce."

That was news-especially the divorce after Christmas part-all made everyone's mouths drop. "Wh-why?!" Rosalie asked, so very confused.

"I saw a text message from Rae's mistress, asking for him to come to fuck." Genevieve growled. "And then I told him that we're through."

Raegan was quiet as hell as he ate his swordfish, not saying a word as everyone looked at him. "I'm trying to tell her that what I did was a mistake," he assured them. "But if she wants a divorce, that's what we're getting."

Olivier looked up from his lobster and sighed. He wanted to say something, since he'd been through this from dealing with Chrysélie, whom was the worst girlfriend he'd ever had. But he didn't say a word as he went back to eating, not wanting to put his two cents in about divorce, but decided not say a word. Raegan was his boy, but he was fucking up, big time. Rosalie, however, sighed and shook her head.

"I hate that the both of your are getting divorce," she said with another sigh. "But at least you two can spend one last holiday together before going back home."

Genevieve just nodded, trying to hide her tears. "And also find Candice and kill her." she mumbled, going back to her flounder and gripped her fork. When they came back to the house, it looked like it was about to come true.

An invitation had been stuck in the mail, and it was decorated in red and gold poisettas. In red, the theme of a Christmas gala was written across, along with the address to the Dewberry Charleston...hosted by one Lily Hamilton and Candice Steele. A slow smile tugged Genevieve's lips at the names-especially Candice's. "Looks like I finally get to meet the whore that's ruining my family." she muttered, passing the invitation to Rosalie and Astrid. "Looks like we need to go shopping to find me a killer dress."

"What about the other killer dresses you have?" Astrid asked, confused. "Like the Valentino and the Yves-"

"Not that killer. I want something that will knock a lot of socks off-something that screams sexy, but I'm here with my husband so I'm going to find a bitch and kill her type dress." Genevive answered. "And I want that blonde bimbo to put it in the magazines-that Genevieve Ayers is single and ready to fucking mingle. And also that slut Candice can have my husband for all I care."