"Here we are Mrs Led – I mean Miss Redoll," the solicitor smiled "These are the documents confirming your divorce to a Mr. Henry Ledore,"

"Thank you," Angela replied reaching out and taking the papers from his hand. Angela stared at the papers for a few minutes. A feeling of sadness engulfed her. Although she never officially 'loved' Henry a close bond had been created in the 18 years that they had been together. She felt as though by breaking this tie between them she was somehow losing him. Now he could go anywhere; he could leave Monte d'Or; he could travel the world. This thought pained her. Henry meant so much to her the thought of being apart from him caused a lump to form in her throat. Still, she loved Randall and, much as she hated to say it, her marriage to Henry was just a ploy to ensure that she did not have to waste her life with the likes of Alphonse Dalston. It meant nothing, just a few words on a piece of paper. It was just…

The solicitor cleared his throat impatiently, bringing Angela out of her trance.

"Sorry," Angela sighed, looking up the man in front of her.

"Please, I should be the one apologising, a divorce can be an emotional process, the division of assets, dismantling the life that you had built together, wiping any trace of your partnership from your life,"

Angela was surprised by his somewhat harshly delivered apology; still she knew his heart was in the right place.

"Is that officially everything sorted then?" Angela asked.

"Yes," he replied "Um…I hope you don't mind me asking but what happened?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Between you and Henry, as a friend of your mother I remember being there at your wedding,"

"It's complicated,"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, is it really any concern of yours?"

"No, your right, I'm sorry, it's just as such a small community rumours soon start to spread, particularly regarding the founder of the town,"

"There are rumours?"

"Forget I said anything…"

"Please, tell me?"

"Well, the other day I heard a couple of the residents gossiping about how Mr Ledore was that Masked Gentleman fellow and because of that you filed for divorce,"

"That's preposterous!" Angela rose from her seat as she spoke "That could not be further from the truth!"

"But Angela, how do you explain the soar in his businesses and the decaying business of his competition?"

"You mean a Mr. Alphonse Dalston?" Angela questioned raising an eyebrow "I thought everything was explained the masked gentleman was Randall Ascot!"

"Oh come off it Angela, do you really think people believed that?" the solicitor snapped "He is dead, not one of the many search parties found him!"

"It's true!" Angela exclaimed trying to contain her anger.

"So your telling me you are divorcing your husband to marry your dead high school sweetheart," he said spitefully "Don't you know there are laws against necrophilia?"

Angela was so filled with anger that she could quite happily of said some things that were certainly not ladylike. But, instead she remained calm. An awkward silence filled the room.

"I appreciate your opinion but it is clearly not needed," Angela said "It appears your opinion has been so clouded by rumour that your brain refusing to accept the truth, thank you for finalising the divorce and I am grateful for your time,"

And with that Angela swiftly exited the office.