As I heard my husband’s footsteps coming closer I said a final prayer for myself knowing that it was useless because God must have forsaken me years...ago for this to be my life now. But tonight instead of asking for protection like I always did I asked for something different I asked for it to be over. I asked God to end it. I didn't care how even if it means my husband killing me I just wanted it to be over. My husband slammed open the door and I silently cried. I didn't cry for what was. “If you have any questions about anything, talk to my lawyer Brad. Do you know him?” I asked.Claudia stiffened.“Yes, I know him.” She replied cautiously.“He’ll help you with the paperwork if there are any issues.”“Will do. I think that I can figure this out though.”“Dad said that you were a smart woman. Oh, there’s something else. I know that Dad’s been sending you an allowance. I don’t think I can keep that up, since I don’t have an income right now. It’s going to keep going at least until the. Well, I was becoming ever more pissed the longer I thought of her in that room with Weatherly.She looked in the mirror and studied the face that reflected back at her. She had to shake it off. Emile Weatherly could cost her husband his job. True, Richard had made noises about quitting. She could understand that. He was hurt and angry, and she had hurt him. But, when it finally came to making that decision for real, she knew he'd hang in there at least for the near term. He'd get over it; she'd. “In the morning? It’s been forever since you saw him last. You didn’t want to meet up with him tonight?”“Tonight?”“Yeah. Why not?”“We just got here. Everyone needs time to unpack and unwind. It makes no sense to drag them off to someone else’s cabin to visit without letting them settle in. And if you’re thinking about inviting Nick and his friends to our place, we should’ve planned that out ahead of time instead of springing it on them OR us last minute.”“I didn’t mean trying to get both groups.