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CHAPTER TWO

DIANA TOOK THE glass of water her husband handed to her, closing her shaky fingers tight around the tumbler so he wouldn’t see how nervous she was The tension that had been screah her ever since she’d entered Coburn’s beautifully decorated bachelor pad just a couple of blocks fro to annihilate her composure

She walked out onto the glazed concrete terrace while Coburn found a bottle of wine The large open space with its cohout was easily as big as the square footage of his trendy penthouse apartance that reflected her husband’s free-spirited need to be outdoors as much as possible

Moving to the edge of the terrace that overlooked the tree-lined street, elegant with its neat little brick buildings and wrought iron fences, she rested her forearhborhood fit her husband’s persona to a T—notable, relaxed while still possessing enough individuality that he wouldn’t feel stifled as he had in their impossibly expensive, old-money East Side co-op

A party was in full swing on the rooftop terrace of the building opposite, the loud dance lass down on the ledge before the water sloshed over the side Why had she let her husband railroad her into co here? Hadn’t they said all they needed to say in that final blowout that had put any of the ones before it to shaht it had becoether? That what they’d had had died and all they were doing was torturing each other?

She closed her eyes She could still feel the force of her husband’s anger blanketing her even now He had walked in from a party just as she had returned ho her wrists she’d missed in her final scrub a testaht from the minute he’d tossed his jacket on a chair and she’d known it, known she should just retreat into the shower and let hi by then People were starting to talk about her continued absence at social functions, he’d told her Rue Questioning whether they would last I’ve had enough of it, Di Enough of this half-life with you

She’d soht back because none of what he was saying was fair Just because her husband enjoyed giving his older brother fits by taking off for a last-minute bicycle race in the French Riviera didn’t mean she had the same lack of loyalty to her job People’s lives depended on her She didn’t get to choose when and how long she was on duty But Coburn in his stubborn arrogance had stated there were other doctors in the city of Manhattan, and he needed her by his side Which had devolved into hi her work to avoid hiht have had some truth to it But she had been too mad, too hurt to rein in her arsenal of similar complaints about his irresponsible behavior Where had he been the night of the Taylor holiday party when she’d needed hi in Cannes with friends

They’d traded barbs until she literally couldn’t stand on two feet anyht in the spare bedroouest room until she could find an apartry to come after her Maybe all there was to be said had been said

Her father had gleefully offered an “I told you so” and beat Coburn’s shortcos into her head until she was sufficiently brainwashed she knew she would never go back But in the spirit of her newfound brutally honest outlook on life, as painful as it ht be, she knew her father couldn’t be blamed for her and Coburn’s split They had needed no assistance wrecking the good that they’d had

The fact that Coburn had been with other women months after they’d parted had been the final nail in the coffin The part of her that had held out hope they s out had died then

The only mystery hy neither of them had filed the divorce papers sooner It had been she, after signing her contract to work abroad, who had started the proceedings

A chorus of excited giggles floated across the air to her as a group of girls horsed around with two attractive h her head froht What happened to you?