Ariel sat despondently on her barstool while she played with the straw of her drink. This place held such great memories for her and now, they had been tarnished by his actions. It was all his fault. Why did he have to say those things to her, here of all places? He could have easily have discussed this with her in some place more private.
He knew what he was doing, by staging it at Ariel’s favorite pub. John was an evil man and he wanted to ruin the one last happy thing she had left. He had taken everything else, her job, her friends, even her family. He had insinuated himself so tightly into her life and when he started to tear her down, she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
None of the rumors were true, but no one would believe her. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. How anyone could believe that she would actually cheat on John, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was beyond her. She would never do that. Even after she discovered how truly heinous he was, she still would not have cheated. Ariel was merely biding her time until she could completely extricate herself from his clutches.
And now, he did that most efficiently and cruelly. The legal papers rested beside her drink on the table. “Petition for Divorce” screamed off the top of the page, letting everyone know what a failure she was.