"No!" Marie pushed Russ away as he tried to press his lips against the soft skin of her neck.
"What do you mean--no?"
"This sneaking around ... I can't do it anymore."
"But I love you. I--"
"Then prove it. Divorce Debbie."
Russ sucked in his breath. "I wish I could, but--"
"But what? My sister's right. Men always have excuses."
"Your sister?" Russ hadn't known Marie even had a sister. If she'd told her sister about them....
"Oh, don't worry. Kris doesn't know about us. But you either go to your wife about us ... or I will!"
"Now there's no need to get huffy, darling," Russ soothed. "Debbie's got cancer. You know that. The chemo treatments she's getting are just a last resort. Why I bet she'll be dead within a month, and if not ... I'll divorce her. I promise."
Marie gave him a hard look. "All right. One month. Not a day longer."
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