True to her word, Tara left for her home the next day, ready for a total showdown. She breezed past all the domestic staff who were glad to see her return and went straight up to the bedroom she shared with John. So far, she had not seen him, but she cared less. He would get the message in no time.

She was still packing her things into trunks when a surprised John stumbled into the bedroom. She noticed his entry, but completely ignored him. She was focused wholly on her packing, slamming stuff into the trunks with all the genuine anger she could muster.

"Tara, what's going on?", John...