You're infected. I corrected. There's treatment. It's manageable. But yes, you brought back exactly what I thought you would.
She sank into a chair, staring at nothing. How bad is it? Depends. If you're lucky, 12 weeks of medication and you're fine. If you're not lucky, chronic digestive issues for years, possible liver damage.
The drugresistant strain complicates things. And you clean. We'll need to stay that way, which means separate households starting today. Her head snapped up. What?
I pulled out the folder my attorney had prepared. Prenuptual agreement, highlighted sections, dissolution paperwork already drawn up and ready for signatures. You violated the infidelity clause. You contracted a disease through extrammarital relations. You used marital funds for the trip.
That's three separate breaches of contract. Owen, please. I've already moved half our joint accounts in a protected assets, I continued. The house remains mine, purchased before marriage. Your retirement accounts stay yours.
Everything else gets divided according to the terms you insisted on when we signed this. I'll fight it with what? I asked. You're about to be fired, Angela. Your company's HR already contacted me yesterday as your emergency contact because Kyle's medical leave triggered an internal investigation.
They found the hotel bookings, the expense reports you falsified. They know you lied about the retreat. Her face went from pale to gray. They can't fire me for that. For fraud, for misrepresenting personal travel as business expenses.
Yes, they absolutely can, and they will. I stood up and grabbed my briefcase. I have meetings in DC today. When I get back tonight, I expect you to have your things moved to the guest house. We'll maintain separate living arrangements until the divorce is finalized.
You can't just throw me out. I'm not throwing you out. I'm protecting myself from further contamination, both medical and legal. My attorney will be in touch about the timeline. Start looking for your own representation.
I walked toward the door. She called after me. Voice breaking. What about Kyle? Did he know?
Did he do this on purpose? I stopped. Hand on the doororknob. Kyle Sheffield disappeared 3 days ago. His apartment's cleared out.
His car is gone. His phone's disconnected. Either he's dead or he ran. You found him. I had someone check.