to me for the money?”
“Because Lorna is my wife. There’s a difference.”
“She’s still a woman.”
“She’s my wife, damn it.”
“A wife you told me just last evening that you are only too anxious to be rid of. What kind of a man are you, Peter? It’s all too obvious to me now that you prefer Lorna’s money to me. You will never leave her; I can see that now. You are nothing but a hypocrite,” she spat. “You’ve been leaning on that woman and her rich family too long to be able to do without the crutch.”
“You’re dead wrong,” he said angrily. “All right, I’m using Lorna’s money. So what?”
“She has a hold on you, Peter, one you will never be able to break. I see that now. I was a fool to think you might have changed. You’re still the same selfish, self-centered, male peacock I met twenty-four years ago. You used Lorna then. You used me. You’ll use anyone if it benefits you. You’re a monster.” She felt the tears threatening and hurriedly averted her face.
He came to her and tried to take her in his arms.
“Don’t touch me. Please leave. I think I’ve made a big enough fool of myself for one night.”
Peter grabbed her and shook her until the stray curl slipped from the pin again, taking several others with it. “You listen to me, Lydia.”
She wrenched herself free, knowing she was helpless when he physically overpowered her. “Get out of my house.”
“No. I am not leaving here until we have had this settled.” He pulled her forcefully into his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Lydia fought against him and when he released her she slapped his face. “Get out! Go back to Lorna where you obviously belong. I never want to see you again.”
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