Choices

Clinton rose to his feet as soon as Monique sauntered into the visitor's lounge, her face like thunder. "Monique..."

"Your lawyer has been quite persistent, spamming my phone," she stated coldly, placing her clutch bag on the table between them. There was a slight trace of irritation in her voice. "What the hell do you want?"

Clinton remained standing, taken aback by how cold and distant she seemed - a far cry from the loving woman he'd once known.

All he saw in her eyes now was disgust and resentment. It felt strange, almost vertigo-inducing, to be looked at with such hostility by someone who had once wholeheartedly loved him.

He swallowed hard. "It's been three days already. What are your conditions to drop the charges?"

Monique's lips curled in a sneer. "Three days? Just three days and you're already complaining?"

Clinton took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "What will it take for you to drop the charges?"