A WAVE OF CONNECTIONS

Clara stood at the door with a smile on her face. Michael almost didn't recognize his wife, unlike the morning when she left home, she was putting on a red fitted jumpsuit that hugged her body and displayed her curves so effortlessly.

Her black heel called for attention as she strolled to her chair and sat down.

"Clara, what exactly is going on here?" Michael asked. He forced himself to ignore the change of outfit and the full make up on her face.

She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "No reason for you to act unreasonable now, Ash, just sign the papers and take the house plus a car and ten million dollars."

His eyes squinted. It was like he was staring at a whole different person. "What is the meaning of this? A divorce? Out of the blue?"

"It isn't out of the blue, Michael, obviously you have seen the signs I have been giving you."

"Yes, I did see signs but I thought it was because you were stressed from work." Michael fell silent as she broke into a mocking laughte