"I'm just here for my inheritance" she warned, leaning against the door way, her hair was a shade darker, her face more mature, her style had sophisticated over the years. "Then why bug me?" "Because we're still married" "what?" I dropped my pen and almost spilt my tea "the divorce didn't file through" "which means?" "I'll be in London until it goes through" "do you want me to book you a room?" "No, the judge made it quite clear, that before she would even consider us divorcing... We would have to live together again" "why the bloody hell is she a judge?" "I don't know... Maybe if you went into parliament like your mother had wanted" "don't start with me..." Hillary and Gavin, hate each other. It wasn't always that way though, married, happily together. Now their divorced... Or so they thought... 12 months living together? It certainly seems London has lashed out on the couple they once idolized.