The Tale Of Rose Gray
He made his choice.
Brad and Tara were at odds. They glared angrily at each other. With tears streaming down Tara’s face, she offered Brad an ultimatum. “It’s time to make a choice. It’s either me or your new mistress.”
“Rose, her name is Rose Gray. Why can’t you call her by her proper name?”
“Brad, I am tired of your crap. The two of you spend every waking moment together. You haven’t taken me to dinner in a year. We have not made love in months. The other night I got dolled up in a sexy negligée and you didn’t even notice. You came home and went straight to bed. You didn’t even take your socks off.”
“Quit being a drama queen, Tara. I was exhausted, I worked all day.”
Tara stood fast. “What’s it going to be? Me or your new love?”
“I am not giving up on Rosie,” Brad insisted.
Tara wheeled around and strode off in disgust. As she climbed into her car, she exclaimed. “You will be hearing from my lawyer.”
Brad pulled a chair up behind where Rosie stood. He stroked her backside. “Don’t worry, honey, nothing will come between us. From now on it is just you and me, old girl.”
True to her word, Tara filed for a divorce on the grounds of alienation of affection. Two months later, after a bitter…
