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would she benefit from our separation?”
Atayla went on to tell her how Patricia and Bill will both be representing in the State vs. Weinstein case. If she lost the case she could request a mistrial, claiming that Bill had gained access to sensitive materials during their personal encounters.
Though it wouldn’t look good for her in the fact that she had been irresponsible enough to allow Bill access to the case file, adultery was a common extracurricular activity amongst the legal giants and politicians in Salem, Nevada.
It would be a slap on the hand for her, but for Bill it would mean the end of his career. The question was, did she really dislike Bill so much to set him up or is there another motive for vicious scheme? It was a question Carla was determined to find an answer to.
“Will Patricia Wilson be at this Fundraiser?” Carla asked.
“Yeah, all the big shots will be there. It is the big event for those who are up for election this fall. It’s a way to campaign and impress the community with rich donations to the highly sought after women’s shelter. This shelter is the most pressing issue at the moment so they all want to be regarded as a supporter.”
Carla grunted. “Perhaps it’s best if I don’t go. I doubt I can be civil with her if we come face to face. Not to mention all the others who would look upon us as entertainment for the night. I hate to be seen as weak and that’s how they will see me.”
“All the more reason for you to go. Don’t you see? You would be making a stand against her and her claims.” Atayla conspired. “By showing up on your husband’s arm you’ll be making a statement.”
“Yeah? And what would that be? That I am a doormat that will allow my husband to walk all over me?”
“No! By making this appearance you will be informing them all that you stand by your husband and believe in him, that this torrid affair that Patricia is claiming is nothing more than hogwash.”
Carla scoffed. “Yeah, I just bet that’s what they will be thinking.”
“They will if you appear as a united front. Prove to them that your marriage has prevailed, that the bond between you is strong enough to withstand life’s hurdles. It will work, but you have to believe in it too. Do you believe in Bill’s love for you? Do you believe in Bill?”
“Of course I believe.” Carla thought about her answer and then said with more conviction. “I absolutely believe in Bill!”
“Then stop sitting on the sidelines and take back your marriage! Are you going to step up and take action or are you going to sit back and allow that bitch to ruin Bill?”
Carla smiled. “I guess I better start trying on dresses, huh?”
Atayla laughed. “Atta girl! Start with that green number over there.” She pointed towards the corner of the dress shop. “I saw it on my first pass and thought it would look stunning on you!”
Bill knocked on the door at seven sharp. He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers against his thighs. He sighed and cursed himself inwardly. Why was he so nervous? He hadn’t felt this jittery since he had picked Carla up for their first date.
That wasn’t true though. He was even more nervous as he waited at the head of the chapel for her to march down the aisle and bond her life to his. That was the greatest, if not scariest, day of his life.
If he could withstand the pressure of that then he would make it through this night. He knew that others would whisper the rumors and secretly gawk at them, knowing that their marriage was on rocky ground. It was his intentions to prove to them, to leave them no doubt, that he was entirely devoted to his wife.
Bill looked at his watch then knocked again. What in the world was taking the woman so long? She knew he would be here at seven to pick her up. He had confirmed with her last night when she insisted on leaving the comfort of their bed
Atayla went on to tell her how Patricia and Bill will both be representing in the State vs. Weinstein case. If she lost the case she could request a mistrial, claiming that Bill had gained access to sensitive materials during their personal encounters.
Though it wouldn’t look good for her in the fact that she had been irresponsible enough to allow Bill access to the case file, adultery was a common extracurricular activity amongst the legal giants and politicians in Salem, Nevada.
It would be a slap on the hand for her, but for Bill it would mean the end of his career. The question was, did she really dislike Bill so much to set him up or is there another motive for vicious scheme? It was a question Carla was determined to find an answer to.
“Will Patricia Wilson be at this Fundraiser?” Carla asked.
“Yeah, all the big shots will be there. It is the big event for those who are up for election this fall. It’s a way to campaign and impress the community with rich donations to the highly sought after women’s shelter. This shelter is the most pressing issue at the moment so they all want to be regarded as a supporter.”
Carla grunted. “Perhaps it’s best if I don’t go. I doubt I can be civil with her if we come face to face. Not to mention all the others who would look upon us as entertainment for the night. I hate to be seen as weak and that’s how they will see me.”
“All the more reason for you to go. Don’t you see? You would be making a stand against her and her claims.” Atayla conspired. “By showing up on your husband’s arm you’ll be making a statement.”
“Yeah? And what would that be? That I am a doormat that will allow my husband to walk all over me?”
“No! By making this appearance you will be informing them all that you stand by your husband and believe in him, that this torrid affair that Patricia is claiming is nothing more than hogwash.”
Carla scoffed. “Yeah, I just bet that’s what they will be thinking.”
“They will if you appear as a united front. Prove to them that your marriage has prevailed, that the bond between you is strong enough to withstand life’s hurdles. It will work, but you have to believe in it too. Do you believe in Bill’s love for you? Do you believe in Bill?”
“Of course I believe.” Carla thought about her answer and then said with more conviction. “I absolutely believe in Bill!”
“Then stop sitting on the sidelines and take back your marriage! Are you going to step up and take action or are you going to sit back and allow that bitch to ruin Bill?”
Carla smiled. “I guess I better start trying on dresses, huh?”
Atayla laughed. “Atta girl! Start with that green number over there.” She pointed towards the corner of the dress shop. “I saw it on my first pass and thought it would look stunning on you!”
Bill knocked on the door at seven sharp. He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers against his thighs. He sighed and cursed himself inwardly. Why was he so nervous? He hadn’t felt this jittery since he had picked Carla up for their first date.
That wasn’t true though. He was even more nervous as he waited at the head of the chapel for her to march down the aisle and bond her life to his. That was the greatest, if not scariest, day of his life.
If he could withstand the pressure of that then he would make it through this night. He knew that others would whisper the rumors and secretly gawk at them, knowing that their marriage was on rocky ground. It was his intentions to prove to them, to leave them no doubt, that he was entirely devoted to his wife.
Bill looked at his watch then knocked again. What in the world was taking the woman so long? She knew he would be here at seven to pick her up. He had confirmed with her last night when she insisted on leaving the comfort of their bed
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