“Why not?”“It’s complicated,” he answered.A divorce would end up with him giving up half of everything, and having to support his ex-wife, b...sides. A separation allowed him to control the money. He had access to all of the money, and was keeping more than half of it for himself. So long as he paid the mortgage, the utilities, and gave her an appropriate amount of money for food, he couldn’t be accused of abandonment. Following that plan for the past two months, had tripled the balance in his. So please, help me”Life or LoveI couldn’t believe I was actually outside, the escape had gone perfectly, but I couldn’t help but feel selfish. Jack, Brent and Michael had placed their lives on the line on the exact moment they had decided to help me, of course, so had I, Mr. Beckett wasn’t going to stop looking for me until I was dead.I didn’t want to be honest with myself at the moment, but they were surely going to get killed the second they found out I was gone.The city was once again. I was almost drinking from him. I was surprised at how turned on I was, maybe it was the sitting there with nothing happening for an hour, or maybe it was his tongue on my neck. Either way I wanted something from him so bad.We kissed wildly, our tongues going deep into each other's mouths. Our teeth touching and banging against the others. It was pure passion. His finger between my legs was buried deep inside of me while his other hand was squeezing and cupping my small breast.He pulled away. I had trained my mind not to think about him. I had been able to start a new life and I learned things about myself I hadn’t expected to. The void in my heart had been healing, or at least it wasn’t as painful. I stayed quite busy with the day-to-day demands of living in a foreign country, which helped to distract me. Yet, to see him there, sitting in front of me, I could feel all the old feelings beginning to surface. I just couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge or accept them – not yet. ‘I.