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jeans. ‘Oh I understand; if I interfere with your gambling, you mean,’ she said, wondering as she had wondered so many times before how the man she loved could become such a selfish brute whenever gambling – or the occasional whore – was involved.
    Why did she put up with it?
    Because he was her husband and she loved him, no matter what, that’s why.
    â€˜And you’d be damn right, honey,’ he confirmed. ‘Now let’s go and have us some fun!’
    â€˜Some of that is my money,’ she ventured as they left the room; after all, she’d suffered shameful humiliation for it while Tom had done nothing to protect her honor, preferring to indulge himself with that blonde – right in front of her! Surely she was fully entitled to a share of it?
    â€˜You’re my wife, Gabby,’ he pointed out unnecessarily as he guided her to the bank of elevators. ‘You’re not a whore. Only whores get paid for services rendered.’
    â€˜But you’ve used me like a whore, Tom.’ A sob caught in her throat. ‘What about that time you let Clint fuck me? And all for… for…’ She couldn’t say it; it was all too, too humiliating. Clint was an old friend of Tom’s from school.
    Another couple stood waiting for the elevators. They were wrapped in each other’s arms, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. They were on honeymoon and madly in love, Gabrielle guessed, suddenly feeling sad and envious. This trip was meant to be a second honeymoon for her and Tom, and it had all gone so badly and bizarrely wrong in only a few hours of their arrival at the hotel. The thought made her spirits sink further.
    â€˜For only ten bucks?’ finished Tom with a low chuckle, and then the grin faded from his face as quickly as it had come. ‘We needed food, didn’t we? It paid for the pizza, didn’t it? Don’t give me a hard time now, honey. I was only doing the best by my wife.’ He smiled and nodded at the other couple, as though there was no tension between him and his wife whatsoever. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m here to enjoy myself as much as I can,’ he hissed at her under his breath.
    Gabrielle couldn’t believe his words, and was suddenly sick of it all; sick of the way Tom treated her; sick of his gambling when they had no money; sick of him being unfaithful, even to the extreme of spending what money they didn’t have on whores.
    In an instant it all seemed so clear, and she made her mind up there and then; when they got home after their vacation she was leaving him.
    What kind of a life was this anyway? Living in a cramped damp trailer in a park on the edge of a swamp. Plagued by mosquitoes most of the year and working all hours as a waitress. She would go back to school. She didn’t care if she starved to do it. She would work as hard as she could and get a proper education. Computing – that’s what she’d learn! Yes, she would get a real life. She would get a real life without Tom!
    The elevator arrived at their floor and Tom guided her into it. The other couple followed them, too busy again with each other to care about anyone else. She watched Tom adjust the bootlace tie he wore with his white shirt. The tie was clipped neatly under the collar with a silver cow horn fastening to match his belt buckle. He’d sold every scrap of her jewelry to pay his gambling debts, but somehow he never seemed to want for anything. Gabrielle sighed – suddenly everything seemed to be coming a whole lot clearer.
    â€˜What do you think of Marshall Verity?’ Tom suddenly asked.
    Gabrielle shrugged, feeling strangely indifferent about everything.
    â€˜Interesting guy, I thought,’ he went on, giving the tie clip a polish with his cuff. He patted his rear pocket. ‘Generous, too,’ he grinned, then pulled her to him and whispered, ‘I know you were attracted to