At First Glance

"You told me it was over," she spoke. "Do you have feelings for this slut?"

"I love her. I want to be with her, not you," he replied. "There is nothing you can do to change that."

"I don't understand," she screamed, "She is nothing, a nobody. Have your fling like you always do, and be done with her. I am not moving out of the way for that, that woman."

"No, you don't understand," he declared. "You never meant anything to me. You were a business deal-a marriage of convenience. I have what I want from you. I fulfilled my obligation. Now I want a divorce."

She picked up the crystal vase and threw it in the direction of his head. He moved just in time to dodge it. It struck the fireplace brick and shattered into jagged shards.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" He stared at her, bewildered.

"You're the one that has lost your mind," she said coyly. "I will take you for EVERYTHING you are worth. Let's see how long it lasts when your reputation is smeared all over the sidewalk."

"Are you threatening me?" He laughed.

"Call it what you want. I will destroy you," she responded.

"You seem to have forgotten two very important points," he snarled at her, "First of all, you signed an ironclad prenup agreement. Second, I have the photos, remember?"

"You wouldn't!" She yelled.

"Try me."

"You will regret this," she threatened. "You both will regret this."

"The only thing I regret is the fact that I married you in the first place," he replied. He turned and walked out the door, leaving her standing there.

As soon as the door closed, she reached for her phone. "Come on, pick up the phone," she said with disdain.

"Hello," a male voice answered.

"Evander, we need to meet," she advised.