The Divorce Prescription

Fiona sat on the bed, unwilling to respond to Nigel.

"Fiona, I know you're in there. Open the door! I'm counting to three. If you don't open up, I'm kicking this door down!"

Outside, the maid anxiously said, "Mr. Hampton, please don't kick the door down. Let's talk this out!"

Nigel had already started counting. "One, two..."

Fiona got up and opened the door.

Standing right outside was Nigel's tall, imposing figure. He had clearly rushed over-wearing black silk pajamas with a black coat quickly thrown over and a pair of dark blue slippers. He looked thoroughly disheveled.

Fiona stared at him. "Mr. Hampton, what are you doing here? You're not welcome. Go back to your beloved Anne."

Nigel frowned. "Fiona, let me explain. Nothing happened between me and Anne..."

"Nigel, how many times are you going to say that? You claim nothing happened, but I saw it with my own eyes! You were in bed together. Are you still trying to deny it? What a joke!

"A real man should own up to what he's done. If you're going to cheat, at least have the guts to admit it. Don't make me despise you even more!"

She reached to slam the door.

Nigel pressed his palm against the doorframe, not letting

"Let go!" she shouted.

her strength was no match for his. Nigel stood firm, blocking the door with sheer

what the hell do you

"You're right. If I did something, I'd admit

retort, but Nigel cut

this oblivious?

verbet

happened, would be hereet

you. If something

this

quickly?

moment. She narrowed her eyes and

then said, "You must be a minute

brow.

telling me you were done that fast with Anne?

the door open, stormed inside, and swept Fiona off her feet in

stiffened immediately and quickly struggled. "What are you doing, Nigel?

bed in quick strides and tossed her