ah'

seven days and I had no doubt this was some kind of revenge for the way I spoke to his girlfriend. But what did he expect me to do? She had been very rude to me, had he been expecting me to just take it all quietly and do ever

ovie or two sometimes but I didn't like using my phone for that. I preferred going to the cinema for that or watching it on the Plasma screens Richard had installed in all the rooms in this house. I made my way into the bathroom to freshen up and decided to soak f

the doorbell rang through the house and I frowned. Who could that be? It couldn't be Richard ringing the doorbell because he had a key, the

time before the person on the other end broke the doorbell. I unlocked the door and

st thing he said as soon as our eyes met

friend before he died so it was a no-brainer that after he died, the role would be passed on to his son who was already Richard's friend at the time. As far as I could remember, Martins and I had neve

ly and nodded. "I know he isn

seeing as we had nothing in common and nothing to talk about. That was unti

it contained. Richard was asking for a divorce. "He really doesn't care about me,"

He continued speaking and I tuned him out, staring at the papers in my hand.

ve my life on my own terms so why didn't t

of money for you once yo

aned forward and dropped the papers on the centre table. "You tell Richard that i

didn't care. I deserved better than

*

Susan hissed as she walked into the house, Richard behind her. Martins had only been gone

Aren't you tired of this life?" Ri

you mean

doing everything on purpose to make me tired so I would divorce him. "I can't love

same thing

t you're going to come back begging me one day Richard and I won't listen," I yelled as a tear r

glasses. We should celebrate!"

tead, he just laughed and followed her out of the livin