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Marshall was not arrested, but he was clearly embarrassed.
He wasn’t used to being chewed out that way, especially as a big boss.
“Just rest up, I’ll come back later,” he told himself.
Once the cop was out of sight, he yanked Nina out of the room, leaving me with only the sight of their backs as they walked away.
I would not let Nina get away with that.
Or Marshall!
Nina became cocky because he had gone and made it official with her, hiding me away, and she thought she was on the right side of things!
My brother heard the news and rushed over; I clung to him as tears streamed down my cheeks, telling him I would divorce Marshall.
“Sasha, think about it,” he said. “Won’t divorcing him just make things easier for that reporter?”
I looked at my brother, my eyes searching for his. “You don’t want me to go through with the divorce?”
He shook his head, his eyes steady: “Whatever you decide, I fully support you. Just be sure you’ve thought it through, okay?”
He passed a house contract and a cheque across the table to me.
“Your husband gave them to me.” Now they are yours.”
I couldn’t help but snort; Marshall knew how to move quickly.
Once the honeymoon glow faded, his niceness seemed to shrink down to nothing more than a husband’s duty. Sure, he was on time with the monthly checks, but when I asked him for a favour, he was always too busy to do it.
Then, to get me to drop the Nina issue, he followed through on his promises faster than a rabbit on a racecourse.
I weighed the heavy bribe in my hands and looked at my brother: “Can you really let this go?””
He smiled that reassuring grin that always put me at ease, saying, “I now have a job. I can care for myself. And soon, I’ll be able to care for both you and Mom.”
That was the only thing that gave me any comfort, so I nodded, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Just don’t tell Mom yet, okay?””
If she discovered I had lost Marshall, my so-called rock, she would be devastated.
After a night in the hospital, I was ready to go to the lawyer’s office right away to charge Marshall with bigamy. But who would have guessed that Marshall would send a nanny to babysit me? She called it a caring act, but she was clearly there to keep an eye on me, even trying to vet my phone calls.
I dialled Marshall while she hovered over me. “What is this about, Marshall? Are you keeping me imprisoned now?”
“Don’t make it sound too bad. “I’m just making sure you’re taken care of,” he explained.
I bit back my rage. “And how long do you think you can keep this up? A day? One month? Forever?” I told him plainly, “Marshall, I’m divorcing you.”
“Sasha…” His voice trailed off, but I’d already made my decision.
“I’m holding all the checks for my brother’s house,” I cut him off. “If you don’t want to split up, don’t run away. Let’s have a real conversation.”
I finished my statement and ended the call.
That evening, Marshall showed up.
He wasn’t alone; he brought my mother along.
“Sasha.” I hadn’t seen her in half a year, and her hair was greyer, and her back bent slightly more.
He wasn’t used to being chewed out that way, especially as a big boss.
“Just rest up, I’ll come back later,” he told himself.
Once the cop was out of sight, he yanked Nina out of the room, leaving me with only the sight of their backs as they walked away.
I would not let Nina get away with that.
Or Marshall!
Nina became cocky because he had gone and made it official with her, hiding me away, and she thought she was on the right side of things!
My brother heard the news and rushed over; I clung to him as tears streamed down my cheeks, telling him I would divorce Marshall.
“Sasha, think about it,” he said. “Won’t divorcing him just make things easier for that reporter?”
I looked at my brother, my eyes searching for his. “You don’t want me to go through with the divorce?”
He shook his head, his eyes steady: “Whatever you decide, I fully support you. Just be sure you’ve thought it through, okay?”
He passed a house contract and a cheque across the table to me.
“Your husband gave them to me.” Now they are yours.”
I couldn’t help but snort; Marshall knew how to move quickly.
Once the honeymoon glow faded, his niceness seemed to shrink down to nothing more than a husband’s duty. Sure, he was on time with the monthly checks, but when I asked him for a favour, he was always too busy to do it.
Then, to get me to drop the Nina issue, he followed through on his promises faster than a rabbit on a racecourse.
I weighed the heavy bribe in my hands and looked at my brother: “Can you really let this go?””
He smiled that reassuring grin that always put me at ease, saying, “I now have a job. I can care for myself. And soon, I’ll be able to care for both you and Mom.”
That was the only thing that gave me any comfort, so I nodded, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Just don’t tell Mom yet, okay?””
If she discovered I had lost Marshall, my so-called rock, she would be devastated.
After a night in the hospital, I was ready to go to the lawyer’s office right away to charge Marshall with bigamy. But who would have guessed that Marshall would send a nanny to babysit me? She called it a caring act, but she was clearly there to keep an eye on me, even trying to vet my phone calls.
I dialled Marshall while she hovered over me. “What is this about, Marshall? Are you keeping me imprisoned now?”
“Don’t make it sound too bad. “I’m just making sure you’re taken care of,” he explained.
I bit back my rage. “And how long do you think you can keep this up? A day? One month? Forever?” I told him plainly, “Marshall, I’m divorcing you.”
“Sasha…” His voice trailed off, but I’d already made my decision.
“I’m holding all the checks for my brother’s house,” I cut him off. “If you don’t want to split up, don’t run away. Let’s have a real conversation.”
I finished my statement and ended the call.
That evening, Marshall showed up.
He wasn’t alone; he brought my mother along.
“Sasha.” I hadn’t seen her in half a year, and her hair was greyer, and her back bent slightly more.