..
'So it's gonna be forever,
Or its gonna go down in flames.'
"You're cheating on me?"
She pauses,
"We kissed."
He's raging now,
"Why would you lie to me, Allison?"
Eye roll.
'New Money.'
"I didn't lie."
He falters, and there is just enough of a breakage for her to see the real wound.
'Oops, I did it again.'
"Okay. Why did you, hm, stretch the truth?"
"I like to see how much it can bend before it breaks."
Silence.
"Paris was really great, you know. So many," an innocent smile, "men."
Silence.
"Oh, and those accents! They were nothing short of swell, really. They put our British ones to shame."
Heavier silence.
"Sexy, really. I even got one lad's number. Let's see," She digs into her Prada bag.
"What was it? Louie, no. Paulo, nope, Carter? Man, there were just so many."
Silent seething.
"I can't wait to call him. Maybe he'll buy me-"
"Enough!"
Heavy panting.
She has honestly jumped out of her skin at the unexpected response.
"I get it. You want out."
His soft tone then surprised her.
"I am head over heels for you and if you think you can claw your way out of this relationship you are mistaken."
She gulps at what feels to her as a threat.
"If you really want out, you're going to have to work for it, love."
Leaving her dumbfounded, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped, he heads up to run himself a nice, stress-relieving bubble bath.