To: luckygirl@worldwide.net
From: josh_pulitzer@pulitzerpublishing.net
Hey Jaclyn! How's it going? We haven't heard from you in a while, Dad's starting to get a bit worried. I guess it looks like you closed your bank account. Why the hell would you do that? Have you actually gotten a job? Somehow I can't see you in the working world. Not too much is going on here. Micheal's a workaholic, as usual. Dad and Grandfather are busy with the publishing company. They're looking to buy out a smaller company in Chicago. It may be a good investment. I'm just finishing getting my medical degree from Fairmont University and Dad got me a position at Fairmont Hospital. I've met this incredible girl, Alle Adagio - you might actually know her. I think I might actually marry this one. Can you see me actually settling down? My graduation is on June 19. I'd really like it if you'd come out for it. Hope you're meeting some nice guys in France. Call us.at least let us know if you're alive. Everyone's becoming worried sick about you.
Love, Josh
Smiling, Jaclyn looked out at her view of Paris from her bedroom. She had read Josh's email while eating breakfast. She couldn't bring herself to respond, she wasn't ready yet. She had to finish becoming independent - someone apart from the Pulitzer family name. Besides, she had a beautiful little boy and a loving husband, why ruin it by making contact with her family?
Six months later.
"Nicolas, this isn't working out. The love isn't in our relationship anymore. I wish things were different. I want a divorce." Jaclyn said, sitting down at her kitchen table.
"Why? We can make things work." Nicolas pleaded. "We could hire a counselor." She shook her head.
"It may seem that things could work if we stayed together, but soon we'd end up hating each other. I don't want Marc growing up in a bitter family." She said. "And I've gotten a job in America with a home accessories store in New York. They also want me to open up another shop in my hometown. This is what I've always wanted." Nicolas looked at her, the woman he loved, the woman he still was head over heels in love with. She was determined to do this.
"What about if.." He began.
"No. I don't love you anymore and I can't be in a marriage where there's no love." Nicolas nodded.
"Alright, I'll have the papers drawn up tomorrow." He said.
"I'll take Marc for the summer to America and then he can come here during the year for schooling." Nicolas nodded, too heartbroken to speak. He looked at her again. He would win her back, if it was the last thing he would do.
Hey Jaclyn! How's it going? We haven't heard from you in a while, Dad's starting to get a bit worried. I guess it looks like you closed your bank account. Why the hell would you do that? Have you actually gotten a job? Somehow I can't see you in the working world. Not too much is going on here. Micheal's a workaholic, as usual. Dad and Grandfather are busy with the publishing company. They're looking to buy out a smaller company in Chicago. It may be a good investment. I'm just finishing getting my medical degree from Fairmont University and Dad got me a position at Fairmont Hospital. I've met this incredible girl, Alle Adagio - you might actually know her. I think I might actually marry this one. Can you see me actually settling down? My graduation is on June 19. I'd really like it if you'd come out for it. Hope you're meeting some nice guys in France. Call us.at least let us know if you're alive. Everyone's becoming worried sick about you.
Love, Josh
Smiling, Jaclyn looked out at her view of Paris from her bedroom. She had read Josh's email while eating breakfast. She couldn't bring herself to respond, she wasn't ready yet. She had to finish becoming independent - someone apart from the Pulitzer family name. Besides, she had a beautiful little boy and a loving husband, why ruin it by making contact with her family?
Six months later.
"Nicolas, this isn't working out. The love isn't in our relationship anymore. I wish things were different. I want a divorce." Jaclyn said, sitting down at her kitchen table.
"Why? We can make things work." Nicolas pleaded. "We could hire a counselor." She shook her head.
"It may seem that things could work if we stayed together, but soon we'd end up hating each other. I don't want Marc growing up in a bitter family." She said. "And I've gotten a job in America with a home accessories store in New York. They also want me to open up another shop in my hometown. This is what I've always wanted." Nicolas looked at her, the woman he loved, the woman he still was head over heels in love with. She was determined to do this.
"What about if.." He began.
"No. I don't love you anymore and I can't be in a marriage where there's no love." Nicolas nodded.
"Alright, I'll have the papers drawn up tomorrow." He said.
"I'll take Marc for the summer to America and then he can come here during the year for schooling." Nicolas nodded, too heartbroken to speak. He looked at her again. He would win her back, if it was the last thing he would do.