You went through my things, Marina said accusingly.

Who is she? Francesca asked again, her voice cold as ice.

Shes someone I met while you were away, Marina said softly putting the picture in her purse.

Oh I see now youre keeping pictures of the people youve had ***** with

We havent had *****, Marina said cutting Francesca off.

So then why do you have a picture of this woman in your nightstand? Francesca sat her glass of wine on the table and leaned towards Marina as if she were anxious to hear what she had to say. Marina walked over and sat on the chair opposite the couch and placed her purse gently on the floor next to her.

Thats what we need to talk about. Francesca Marina wasnt sure exactly how to word what she needed to say. Weve been together almost fifteen years now and well people change As Marina spoke, Francescas eyes began to show the anger she had kept hidden until now.

Are you trying to break up with me? she asked menacingly.

Marina took a deep breath and returned Francescas hateful stare with one of determination. Im not trying to Francesca I am. The air was thick with tension as the two women looked at each other.

And what will you do about a home? Or a job? I wont let you keep the Planet. You wont have a penny without me! Francescas voice rose with each word until she was practically screaming them at Marina.

Not one word about loving me, Marina thought as she let Francesca continue her rant.

You were nothing when I met you and youll go back to nothing do you hear me? she screamed and then she was suddenly standing. Before Marina could get out of the way, Francesca picked up her wine glass and through it and its contents at Marina. It hit the dark haired woman on the side of the head as she turned and tried to avoid the contact. The glass broke and Marina quickly raised her hand to her head feeling warm blood and cool wine mingling in her hair.

You ***** nobody leaves me ever! Francesca was on top of Marina before the stunned woman knew what was happening. She lifted her hands to try to cover her face as Francesca grabbed her wet hair and used a closed fist to hit her. She felt her lip split and the taste of the blood enraged Marina. She began to struggle and push at the maniacal woman on top of her. They fought with each other until Marina was able to gain enough leverage to push Francesca off of her. The redhead fell to the floor and struck her head on its hard surface. Marina stood and grabbed her purse while Francesca struggled to get to her feet.