The fact that they were divorced made no difference to him. He would get even, and he did a couple of years later. He fucked the love of my life and h... fucked her good. I am sure they fucked more then once. He came to see her while I was at work. They fucked in our house and in our bed I am sure.My wife ended up pregnant and went into a state of depression that I could not fix. Did he dump her or did she dump him? I don't think I want to know! She did not want the baby because she was not sure. “Hey Katie,” called Senior Sister Gately as she turned the corner; she looked about, “I see the usual Grey-Sloane drama is unfolding!”“Ohh, never a dull moment here, Dee,” she replied glancing back at the screen to double-check the camera prompts had all disappeared.The older woman leaned on the front of the counter, folding her arms; “Ever miss the ITU?” she asked.“A little,” she admitted, “though the shifts I happily left behind!”“And here you are doing a night shift on the most boring ward. " It couldn't be more than that, as her mother couldn't suspect a thing.Melissa calling me to check on her daughter was unexpected. For a moment, I even thought about this coincidence and attributed it to some daughter-mother bond, things people talk about that I never believed in. I mean, why call at that moment?Turns out I was right, and there was no such thing as Melissa feeling what Ava felt that day. She opened the conversation by talking about her daughter, what she thought was proper,. Karen returned from the restroom looking slightly flustered. 'problem?' I asked. 'you could say that my blouse is soaked!' With that she sat opposite me, once seated she took off her coat, I now saw what she meant. While the poncho did keep the spray off you, it didn't help much when you got near the falls. Karen had been at the front of the boat, so when we got close, she got drenched. The lower half of her legs were soaked, as was her blouse, the water had got down the opening at her neck. I.