Chapter 2

"Is he inside?" asked Sarah from her husband's assistant, but not really waited for an answer as she opened the old wooden door of the President's office.

"I do not think you should..." started the assistant on a faint voice, but she could not finish it, because Sarah was already inside, facing with at least ten surprised Japanese diplomats.

"Darling? What are you doing here?" asked John as he jumped up, "We're having a meeting. We will talk tonight, ok?"

"But it's important."

"Well... fine," he answered and turned to his guests with an awkward smile, "Please excuse us for a few minutes... Katie will make you a coffee outside, thank you." he said and closed the door behind the diplomats. "Just say it quickly, I cannot keep them waiting."

"...I want a divorce." She said with one breathe.

"What?..." He finally looked at her, "Are you kidding?"

"Not at all, I just wanted to say that I will stay until the elections then I'm moving."

"Really?... Then would you be so kind to tell me why?"

"Is it seriously a question for you?," asked Sarah with disbelief. "But right I will tell you...Since you were elected you don't care for me at all. I feel like a doll, who always plays the role of the perfect wife and when you do not need me, you just put me in the corner until the next time. I'm just like anybody from your staff, not your equal as your wife. And what is more, we do not have private life. Do you realized that we haven't slept together for nearly two years?!"

"I know, but that was..."

"No! Don't say it was my decision! You never have time for me, your work was always... always before me! Do you know how much that hurts me?!" He could not look into her eyes. "But that was nothing compared to when you left me there in Toronto when that bustard caught me and you simply drove away. That is perfectly show how much I mean to you."

"I was just not myself that night I..."

"That's not an excuse! I'm your bloody wife!" She was shouting now.

"Sarah..." He tried to relax her somehow, but that was just oil to the fire,

"Don't touch me!" She hissed and pulled away her arm, "I want a divorce, but don't worry, as I said I will stay until the elections. I do not want to ruin your career."

"It's not about that. I do not want to divorce. I... I love you."

She just laughed up... "You love me?! Really?! You do not even know what this word means. I will divorce from you, and that's final." She said and turned to leave, but as she placed her hand to the doorknob his words stopped her,

"It's Pete... is it?"

To be continued...