Chapter 1 +5 vouchers Elizabeth Taylor’s gaze drifted to the clock 10:50 PM, which meant her husband Franklin Jones would be strolling through the door any moment now. In ten minutes, he’d stride into their room and asked her why she was still up. Then he’d take off his tic I start tending to his own things. Same old song and dance they’d been doing for the last three years. Franklin never changed a bit, and Elizabeth was sick of it. She had the divorce papers stashed away, but for now, she plastered on a smile and waited for her dear husband to make his grand entrance.
