When Winston arrived at home, Claudia was there. "Nice shade you're wearing now, Winston," she said in a woozy voice; she saw Corrine's lipstick on his lips. "What is that, prostitute pink?"
"What the hell are you doing here...and drunk? Not that I'm truly all that surprised."
"I didn't like it there...but I see that you didn't mind my being gone. You slept with her, right?"
"No, Claudia. Not that it would've made much difference to this marriage if I had."
"Did you have a moment of morals? I'm sure it wasn't her idea to leave you high and...stiff."
Winston slapped her. "You drunken bitch. She wouldn't sleep with me because I'm married to you. If you can call this sham a marriage. And don't act so high and mighty. How many pool boys have we gone through?" She tried to slap him, but he stopped her hand before it neared his face.
"Ohh, mommy's hot," she purred.
"Daddy's done." He turned and left, retreating to a guest room and locking the door behind him. Claudia sank to the floor and cried.
The next morning, Claudia was sober...well, a little more sober than she was the previous night. She knocked on the door to the bedroom that Winston chose. He was already gone. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Winston's lawyer was standing on the other side. He handed Claudia the divorce papers and told her to gather her things and leave the premises. She ranted and raved, yelled and screamed, but knew that it was for the best. She was miserable anyway. However, knowing that she would only get two million dollars enraged her but she couldn't do anything about it...or could she?