You Have Two Weeks To Get Things Sorted Out.

Outside at the parking lot, just before Kathleen could close her car door, it was blocked by Shawn's imposing body.

"Get lost!" Kathleen roared and tried to pull the door close but Shawn was like a brick wall standing in between the door and the car, unmovable.

"You might as well come down and let's finish this discussion. Why do you always take the escape route whenever you are at fault? Are you so ashamed of your deeds?"

"Who told you I was escaping? I was only trying to save you face but since you are this despicable, don't blame me for whatever happens to you."

"I'm not the one who needs face saving but you?" Shawn three back.

"Why do I need to save my face? I didn't do anything wrong,"

"I must agree with you that getting knocked up by someone who isn't your husband is a noble act," Shawn sneered.

"Do you dare to say that again?" Kathleen challenged, her eyes turning dark with rage.