*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.*
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It was just another boring Wednesday morning for Isabel as she was standing there in the kitchen of the home she and her husband Michael shared together. There wasn’t any reason she should complain of the life she was living, she has a loving great marriage of 4 years with her husband whom has been her only partner in her life since she was 15. He was earning a solid 6 figure income a year which more than ensured she wouldn’t need to work at all as he earned enough for both of them. Their house is a nice spacious double storey home that was the envy of many of their friends in an upscale part of town, not to mention she was given a car, had a good sizeable allowance from her husband and many other things that she knew she should be grateful for.