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.

pressed his palm against the doorframe, not letting her close

"Let go!" she shouted.

strength was no match for his. Nigel

what the hell do

then chuckled coldly. "You're right. If I did something, I'd admit it. However, I didn't do anything with

retort, but Nigel cut

this oblivious? I left

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happened, would be hereet

you. If

this

quickly?

a moment. She narrowed her eyes

"You must

furrowed his brow. "What did

done that fast with Anne?

inside, and swept Fiona off

struggled. "What are

in quick strides and tossed her onto the