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Chapter Four

When Sam got home from work that evening, she was surprised to find that Stuart was home before her – usually he didn't come in until 9 at night. She took a deep breath before nervously, opening the door. "I'm home!" She called loudly.

Stuart came into the hall and hugged her. "Hey," he said. "You okay?"

Sam nodded, trying to act as normal as possible. As they hugged, she could smell the unmistakable scent of alcohol. "Where's Chloe?" She asked.

"Upstairs, she's watching a DVD… I'm making dinner!" He said.

"Great!" She replied half-heartedly. "Listen Stuart… can we sit down? We need to talk!"

"Why am I not liking the sound of this?" Stuart said, the smile leaving his face.

"Let's sit down!" Sam said again, leading him through to the sitting room and closing the door so Chloe couldn't hear.

"What's this about Sam? You're making me nervous! Are you pregnant again…or sick or something?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No it's nothing like that," she replied. "This is the thing, I…" She paused, not knowing how to say what she wanted to. "I want a divorce!" She said finally. Stuart sat there stunned into silence. "Say something Stuart!" She begged.

"Why?" He said quietly. "Why? WHY NOW SAM?" He raised his voice when she didn't answer. "ANSWER ME!" He shouted.

Sam began to cry quietly. "Because I didn't think it was fair on either of us if I pretended I still loved you."

"Pretended you still loved me? When did you stop loving me?" Stuart asked. "Is it because of Saturday?"

She shook her head. "No it was before that… the truth is Stuart I…" Another pause…

"There's someone else isn't there?" Stuart said in a low angry voice. Sam nodded not saying a word. It's Phil isn't it? You're leaving me for him…" Another nod…

"It's not like that…" She began finding her voice.

"Isn't it? What is it then? Because I'd like to know!"

Sam wiped tears from her eyes before answering. "I love him, I tried to fight it… I really did… but we couldn't help it…"

"How long has it been going on?"

"Is there really any point in torturing yourself with that knowledge?" Sam said dully.

"YOU'VE JUST TOLD ME YOU'RE LEAVING ME FOR ANOTHER GUY… NOT JUST ANY OTHER GUY BUT PHIL HUNTER…AND WHEN I WANT TO KNOW THE DETAILS YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME!" Stuart shouted angrily.

"Okay, I'll tell you!" Sam said, "Just keep your voice down, Chloe's upstairs, I don't want her hearing this!"

"Why shouldn't she hear it? At least she'll know what a slut she has for a mother!"

Sam didn't say anything to that. She just looked like she'd been slapped in the face. "That was uncalled for!" She said finally.

"Well it's the truth! So how long ago did you start shagging Phil behind my back?"

She shrugged, "I don't know… since Christmas," she answered.

"When I came home early that time, Phil was here… were you…" He broke off.

Sam nodded. "Yeah…"

"YOU SLEPT WITH HIM IN OUR BED! YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLAPPER, DON'T YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR ME?" Stuart ranted, the alcohol talking.

"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT RESPECT!" Sam yelled, suddenly furious with him. "YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD!"

"DON'T I? I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S BEEN PLAYING AWAY!"

"WELL TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF STUART THEN YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY SEE WHY I LOOKED ELSEWHERE!" Sam shot back. "IF YOU'RE NOT TOO THICK FOR IT TO SINK IN THAT IS!"

"DON'T CALL ME THICK AND DON'T YOU DARE BLAME ME, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG… I LOVE YOU… I CARE ABOUT YOU… I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT…"

"HAVE YOU GOT SUCH A SHORT MEMORY THAT YOU CAN'T REMEMBER SATURDAY?" Sam lifted her shirt up. "MAYBE THIS WILL REMIND YOU… IF YOU CARED ABOUT ME YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!"

"Are you finished?" Stuart said.

"Not quite!" Sam said, "the one thing I want, you can't give me. I want Phil!"

"What about Chloe?"

"Well you can see her alternate weekends and some holidays…" Sam began, sensing that he wouldn't be happy with this arrangement.

"NO WAY!" Stuart said, "Why should you get custody of her? She's my daughter just as much as yours…it's not fair!"

"Is it fair that I had to carry her for nine months? IS IT FAIR THAT I HAD TO GIVE UP DOING ALL THE STUFF I LOVED… GIVE UP MY JOB?" She started to shout. "IS IT FAIR THAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH a 28-HOUR LABOUR? DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT WHAT'S FAIR!"

"YOU ARE NOT TAKING MY DAUGHTER AWAY!"

Sam narrowed her eyes. "Try and stop me!" She said. "I want you to leave… I want you to leave now!"

Stuart shook his head. "No way!" He answered, "I'm not going anywhere!"

She shrugged, "fine then…me and Chloe will go!" She turned away. "I'm going upstairs to pack!"

Fifteen minutes later, she came back downstairs carrying Chloe and dragging behind her a large suitcase on wheels. Stuart was nowhere in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as she'd feared. She turned towards the door and saw Stuart standing, leaning casually against it, and holding a knife from the kitchen drawer. She froze "Go back upstairs for a minute darling," she whispered to Chloe. "Daddy and I just need to have a little chat!" She finished, trying to keep the panic in her voice from showing.