Spencer was a daddy’s girl. A princess, the one’s you’d see decked out all in pink and sparkles with the patented "Daddy’s Little Girl" bejeweled on their chests. Even though Spencer had ditched the glitter a long time ago her attitude hadn’t changed. She mimicked many of the attributes that were stereotypical to her label, including being high-maintenance which was why her current husband, James LeRoy, was not going to cut it.

  "I have been nothing but a caring spouse to this woman I have never struck her, mistreated her, or harmed her in anyway -."

"Are you speaking in the emotional sense James?" Spencer interrupted, "Because the level of neglect that I had to deal with in this so called marriage would shock even the most unemotional people."  

"How have I neglected you? You have received everything you have ever asked for!" James retorted angrily his face turning a dangerous shade of red. "Anything that you have wanted I have provided."

"Including love? Did you show me you loved me while you were working around the clock non-stop?"

  "I only worked as much as I did in order to supply you with the luxurious life that you are accustomed to living," the husband replied sadly looking for the woman that he had fallen in love with somewhere within the bitter shell that stood before him.

"Alright I give up with you two," Melanie Shaw interjected loudly her usually cool demeanor cast aside in frustration and aggravation, "you are not supposed to be married I don’t need to be a counselor to clearly see that. I have tried and tried with you but no amount of degrees or classes can save this marriage. I suggest that you both get lawyers and commence with a divorce."

"Thank you," Spencer said curtly before wheeling around and storming out of the office leaving James behind a storm brewing in his eyes

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Melanie eyed Mrs. LeRoy cautiously from her spot across the room. Her former client didn’t look anything like she usually did. She wasn’t dressed in her three piece suit and her hair was down and wild. Then again Melanie probably looked different as well with a glass in her hand and her hair in a tight ponytail. The marriage counselor didn’t need an extra job, she made plenty of money in her profession but she had been best friends with Ashley since high school and would do anything to help her out. So she worked for half the normal salary and gave up a couple hours of extra sleep, it was worth it. As Ashley’s best friend it was like her duty to tell her something was up with this woman. Something that couldn’t be good news for anyone.