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,

"Let go!" she shouted.

match for his. Nigel

the hell do you

did

to retort, but Nigel cut her

you seriously this oblivious? I left her

verbet

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If something

this

quickly?

moment. She narrowed her eyes and gave

must be

furrowed his brow.

were done that fast with Anne?

open, stormed inside, and swept Fiona off her feet in one smooth

"What are you doing, Nigel? Put

carried her to the bed in quick strides and tossed her onto the