Just failed my driving test so be nice and review.
Its horrible, there's too much dialogue and I don't really care.
"I thought you were better than this Michelle," Jack caught her as she left Greg's office, the anger which had been burning in him since the evening before burning through his eyes and causing him to put more pressure on her arm than was required.
She ripped herself from his grip, refusing to give the pleasure of releasing the cry of the sudden pain he'd created. Her eyes burnt as much as his did. She'd never liked him, respected him maybe, but resented the hold he'd had over her husband.
"What the hell are you talking about Jack?"
Without seeming like she was afraid, or that she was backing away from him, she managed to manoeuvre some distance between them. He was unstable and she sure as hell didn't trust him not to do something stupid, even here.
"You seemed cosy," his eyes flicking up to Greg's office. She followed them, disgusted by the conclusions he'd drawn. Surely he knew her better than that. Even with Tony, never in his office, never where they could be seen. And certainly not with Greg.
Not allowing her to interrupt, he shoved an envelope at her. "I hope these make you happy Michelle." Then, glancing once again at Greg's office, "You're playing dangerous games."
She knew what he meant. She'd had it before. Suspicion following her, anger at what she was doing. In their eyes she was sleeping with the boss, the comparisons were too obvious not to be drawn. It had taken a lot to undo that.
Jack watched her as she undid the envelope. He had trusted her, respected her. She was the very best at what she did and he had relied on her. He had felt so guilty for pulling Tony away from her, he saw the damage he was doing to them, it was just that some things were more important. Besides, Tony was going for a promotion, a job that would take them away from this. So it was only going to be for a little while, then they could have their lives back. It had seemed worth it.
He had felt like hell when that went wrong, along with everything else that he touched that day. That was why he'd been visiting Tony, to make sure that at least he was ok. That was how he had ended up with the papers.
Her eyes were fixed on his handwriting, his usual illegible scrawl on the bottom of the top page. He'd done it, just like that. And he'd given them to Jack.
"I hope they make you happy Michelle, because you destroyed him." Jack's voice was dripping with disgust.
"What did you expect me to do Jack, stay married to him whilst he spends the rest of his life in jail. You know he was going to ask me for this, I couldn't let him. I don't want any of this Jack. I want him back, but I'm not going to get that and you know it." Fingers had unconsciously wrapped themselves around her wedding ring as both the emotion and strength in her voice rose.
Then looking at him, seeing an opening, she continued. "I got those papers two months ago." Recognition of the importance of that flooded through him. Two months ago. A month before Tony was arrested, and the same time as he had ripped him away from her, telling himself that they would work it out.
"I'm not playing games Jack. I just need to move on."