The second time she dabbled with marriage were actually her own. She had taken a trip to New York after ending her affair with her boss and had immediately ran into who would end up being her first husband. The luckiest of the bunch, she had to say.
She came off the train, suitcases in hand, and walked around in a daze. The city was already overpowering her and she had only been there a minute. In her daze, one of her suitcases had hit the lucky man right in the thigh. He cursed, his voice louder than the sounds of shuffling feet, and his handsome face scrunched up into a mess of pain. "Whatcha tryin'a do, lady? Stab me to death?" he yelled her. She stumbled with her words for the first time in her life, trying to apologize.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Lady. I gotta go!"
And he was going to work… at the hotel she was staying at in New York. He saw her when she walked through the revolving doors, him talking to some low level bellhop for royally messing up with a guest's bags. He stared at her as she strode into the hotel and to the front desk.
"We meet again, huh, Lady?"
It was after that – him pushing out the front clerk out the way and taking over her check in, even taking her up to her room – that they had this long affair. It lasted all of spring and summer when she had only planned on being New York just long enough for the scandal of her affair to disappear from D.C. To be honest, she had honestly loved the man. He was the first and only one of her husbands that she fell in love with.
They got married against the words of his parents, these old Jewish businesspeople. And it turned out those old Jews knew best; their relationship ended by New Years'. She didn't get anything out of the divorce besides some money and diamonds. The money helped her get back to D.C. and pay for the rent for a new apartment.
As for the diamonds? Well, she's had them ever since.