"I didn't come here to talk about your damned marriage," she pointedly brought the conversation to a close. There was no purpose in going around in circles. "I came to ask for your help." "Yes, I know." He was angry now. It was futile attempting to conceal it. The negative emotion fired his blood as lava might a volcano. "You came here for money." His breath was ragged. "And what would I get for my two hundred thousand dollars?" He demanded, his expression...