Bette had to get out of the house and had gone into her office, staring at the proposal in front of her, she’d been like that for an hour, not reading but just looking at the words.

Tina’s left me, Shane loves me and I don’t know what the ***** to think. Tina’s my life, my wife, my life for 7 years my rock my existence and now she’s gone. Shane keeps creeping into my thoughts. Bette had never thought of Shane in the way she was thinking of her now.

‘Last nights revelations were too much, and when Shane made love to me and that’s what it was love, I thought I’d never come down.’ Bette reflected.

‘Security guard, Ms Porter, there’s someone we’ve apprehended. A female trying to enter the centre she claims she knows you, she’s called Shane’. The announcement jolted Bette back to her office. ‘Yep show her to my office please guard’. Bette sighed.

Two minutes later Shane appeared wide eyed and breathless.

‘Bette, I left so abruptly this morning I wanted to say things to you I wanted to tell you.’ Shane blurted out.

 Bette interrupted ‘Shane, this wont work’. Shane flinched, she felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach.

‘No, no Bette you cant do this.’

 ‘Yes, yes, I can. This cannot and will not go any further’. Shane eyes started to fill up her mouth turning down at the corners trying not to cry. Bette had never seen Shane cry prior to last night on her couch Bette was in turmoil but it had to be said.

 ‘Shane think about it, even if me and Tina were to permanently split which I’m going to do everything in my power not to let happen, there’s no way you could be my partner’. The statement rocked Shane.

 Bette continued ‘I couldn’t take you to functions, to presentations, you couldn’t represent me and be on my arm, we couldn’t talk about art or any other cultures for that matter’. Shane’s chest was heaving, the words were crushing her, ringing in her ears, they were so true but so very hurtful.

‘Did Bette know what she was saying to me?  Did she know she was breaking my heart, scarring me?’ Shane was wide eyed.