Jack smiled at Emma, now in his ancient, old male Body, as she glared at him from the wheelchair, telling him to return her Body to her.
Jack lit a cigarette, for the first time in years, and just said no.
He looked at her sitting there and said, "I could see you for what you were from the first day: a gold digger." We weren't in Love with me. You're in Love with my money, my house, my power, while now you've got it all, including my Body, something you did not want.
I know I will leave this house with little more than just your Body and a couple of suitcases of clothing and jewellery, but I do not care. I can start afresh and make a new fortune for myself after enjoying your flesh.
He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out on the ground, and headed upstairs, unsteady on the high heels he was wearing, the pack, whilst she screamed and shouted from the wheelchair, unable to believe what a twist her life had taken.
He came downstairs, 3 suitcases packed, and headed out the front door to a waiting taxi.
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