His Marriage Ultimatum

"I JUST can't believe you had that gorgeous man eating out of your hand and then you send him packing. If there was any justice in this world he'd at least have come to me for a shoulder to cry on, poor lamb.""Can we have a reality check here?" Liberty Fox surveyed her mother through half-closed eyes, her voice mocking as she lounged back against the cream leather sofa in the ultra-modern room. She knew the tone and lack of heated response would annoy the older woman, which was exactly why she was curbing her inner resentment. "Gerard Bousquet is no poor lamb, Mother. I caught him cheating on me and I finished our relationship. End of story.""But you said he arrived on your doorstep with flowers and chocolate, suitably penitent and promising he'd never stray again. You might at least have given him one more chance. He wassohandsome."Liberty kept the nonchalant pose a moment longer before she straightened, reaching for the cup of coffee in front of her as she said coolly, "Handsome is as handsome does.""There you see; that's exactly what I mean about you." Miranda Walker wriggled delicate shoulders gracefully. "I've never understood what you say any more than I understand you. Handsome is as handsome does! What does that mean, for goodness' sake?""It means that Gerard is history," Liberty said dryly, taking a sip of coffee before she added, "fidelity is an absolute with me, Mother. Not an option."The shoulders moved again. "You're so pedantic, Liberty. Just like your father."Don't bite; that's what she wants you to do, Liberty warned herself, taking another sip of the excellent coffee--her mother only had the best--to quell the hot words hovering on her tongue. If all else failed, her mother knew she could catch her on the raw when she talked about her first husband--Liberty's father--in that scathing tone. She breathed deeply before she said, keeping her voice even, "Being compared to Dad is all right with me, Mother.""I don't doubt it." There was more than a touch of petulance in Miranda's voice when she said, "It would be a different story if it was me, of course."She really didn't want to do this today, not with her feelings still so raw after Gerard's betrayal. It was one thing to present the situation to her mother in a slightly offhand, almost amused manner--quite another to face the fact that Gerard had been seeing someone else whilst declaring undying love to her. Liberty uncrossed and crossed her legs, finishing her coffee and unwrapping the slender foil-covered chocolate cream in the saucer. If ever she needed the comfort of chocolate it was now. The diet could wait.She relished the luxurious silky feel of the confectionery on her tongue before she said, "We're not alike, Mother. We never have been.""Quite."There was a charged silence before Liberty raised her eyes and took in the ethereal, amazingly youthful-looking figure staring at her with unconcealed annoyance. Miranda didn't look a day over thirty--in spite of approaching her half-century milestone in a few months. Cosmetic surgery and a positively paranoid desire to be a female Peter Pan had ensured her mother had the face and figure many an ageing film star would have killed for. Three hours at the gym every day, no red meat, no puddings, no alcohol--Liberty had grown up with her mother's bible on life, and there was no doubt the small blonde woman looking at her now with open hostility could turn any man's head.Finely boned, with porcelain skin, natural blonde hair and deep blue eyes set in a face which was truly heart-shaped--Miranda had it all. She had also had five husbands to date and was in the middle of a particularly acrimonious divorce from the last one, who objected to his wife's demand for half his fortune. Liberty found it surprising that he hadn't expected something like this, considering her mother had got richer and richer with each succeeding marriage. She had left her first husband--Liberty's fathBrooks, Helen is the author of 'His Marriage Ultimatum ', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373125708 and ISBN 0373125704.