"Rome, November 5 2012.
Dear Charlotte,
How long I've been expecting news from you! How are Nicholas and the kids? I heard that you are a proud and careful mother of two little girls. You've already found out who told me all this stuff, haven't you? Don't be mad at my mother, she is insane about grandchildren. Jane is the top model in Europe, my little Lydia is doing her best in her acting career and I won't have children with my stupid husband, so the woman is hopeless (and freaking out)!
Send my best to all your family, including Maria and your parents.
Love,
Lizzie."
Elizabeth dropped the pen on the table and breathed deeply.
- Lizzie, my beloved wife!
Trying hard not to do a face of disgust, she looked at the husband.
- I bet you bursted the limit of your credit card.
- Honey, you don't miss a thing! You know well how much a man needs money to pleasure himself while his wife keeps him in complete celibacy.
- Hear this, Wickham. You and I both know why this marriage existed for ten long years. I have gave up a lot of things for our contract, but I will never let you touch me. You are a horrible human being.
- You aren't the best one too. Just give me the damn money!
Elizabeth took one hundred euros from her wallet.
- This is enough for today, the market of arts isn't much productive in this times. Take care of yourself.
The husband has only looked at her with scorn and left in silence.