Choosing Her Lover

Charlotte’s fist swings, catching him square in the face, and blood spurts. Ben roars outrage, and at that moment, two security men burst into the lobby.

“Outside!” I yell, following them to where James is now with Ben and Charlotte.

Ben’s nose is streaming blood, and he is staring hard at Charlotte, his eyes wide. Never have I seen a look of such cold-blooded hatred directed at someone.

Charlotte doesn’t flinch. She’s not happy, but she knows how to handle herself, and doesn’t back down as he bears down on her again, his hand raised.

“You bitch! How the fuck did you con my brother into this? And what was it for, eh? Was it to get his money? Marry him and then divorce him; try to walk off with half?”

And now, James seizes him by the shoulder. His voice is icy. “Lay a finger on her and I’ll break you in two.” He nods at the two security men who grab Ben by either arm, immobilising him.

“Fucking well let me go,” yells Ben. “I’m going to have it out with the bitch!”

“Not like this you’re not,” says James. His manner is cold, controlled. If Ben can’t see the threat there, then he is blind….

A car skids to a halt close by and Michael jumps out.

“You okay?” he says first to Charlotte, holding her close at the waist, looking into her face.

She nods, then turns back to Ben. “No, I didn’t marry him for his money, and I don’t want it either. If Michael wants a divorce….”

Michael’s head whips round…. “Divorce?” He sounds incredulous

Charlotte hasn’t stopped speaking. “……I’ll not try to stop him, and he can keep his money. But if he does do that then I think he should give James back his money.”

“I do not want a divorce,” yells Michael. “What the fuck’s going on here, Ben? What have you said? And why are you bleeding?”

“Your wife hit me.”

“Is that right? And what were you doing that Charlotte felt the

away. “I wasn’t going to touch her. I just wanted to get her

seen it before. Michael’s normally sunny

try to chase my wife away?” He pauses, looks around, seeing me

what happened?

shoved her. I thought he was going to attack her. I’m sure she

look Ben gives me is

the end of any chance to be

question I asked, Ben. It’s

street now, including the two security guards, still keeping a tight grip on Ben. “Mr

you like to discuss this in a civilised fashion?” asks James, “Or do I have you put under guard and arrested? Understand that I’m only asking you this because you are Michael’s brother. If it were

police cars pull up at the kerb. Michael looks askance at me. “I

“When Kirstie raised the

as he nods towards the police officers standing by. “Are you going to talk sensibly? Or do I

looks at Michael, a touch of pleading in his face. Michael simply stands, arms folded, legs akimbo. “Answer him, Ben. Don’t look to me for

says sullenly. “I was

place to interfere in

go,” says Ben. But he looks down and won’t

you won’t bother Charlotte again?” insists Michael, then he glances

I have it right, you still have Kirstie’s bag with her house keys and money in it. Is

nod, not keen to be pulled back

drop them off

Michael. “Now get

confirmation. He nods curtly, and they release him. Ben jerks himself clear, then turning on his heel, walks