The black Rolls-Royce Sweptail sped through the rainy night as Lillian turned to look out the window, choosing to ignore Claude's sharp remarks.
Now that they had left behind the chaotic luxury of the high-society gala and were sealed inside the quiet of the car, Lillian could finally collect herself and think clearly.
Lately, her relationship with Claude felt increasingly strange.
They were technically married, but not out of love or obligation. They weren't just friends with benefits either, since they had family responsibilities to manage. 'It isn't a simple transactional relationship based on money... so what exactly is it?'
Lillian rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. The complexity of it all was starting to wear her down.
The idea of divorce hadn't changed, but figu
