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.

the doorframe, not letting her

"Let go!" she shouted.

tried again, but her strength was no match for his. Nigel stood firm, blocking the

what the hell

did something, I'd admit it. However, I didn't do

but Nigel

you seriously this oblivious? I left her

verbet

happened, would be hereet

you. If

this

quickly?

made her think for a moment. She narrowed her eyes and gave

"You must

furrowed his brow. "What did

telling me you were done that fast with Anne? Tsk tsk. You really are getting old,

inside, and

immediately and quickly struggled. "What are you

her to the bed in quick strides and tossed