“A bloke down at the supermarket reckons someone in town’s written a bestseller. Million dollar contract. Probably someone from that writing group of yours; wouldn’t be you, of course.”
James had put her down for years, constantly reminding her of her unfulfilled dream to write a novel.
Samantha shrugged and poured him another coffee.
The book was displayed in every bookshop in the country before the end of the year. Samantha considered it her second best piece of fiction, her best being the creation of her pseudonym.
She served divorce papers one week later. James wouldn’t get a penny.
James had put her down for years, constantly reminding her of her unfulfilled dream to write a novel.
Samantha shrugged and poured him another coffee.
The book was displayed in every bookshop in the country before the end of the year. Samantha considered it her second best piece of fiction, her best being the creation of her pseudonym.
She served divorce papers one week later. James wouldn’t get a penny.
