"Cathy, you don't mean that," Marco whispered. "Is Sean with you? If he's with you, call me a bastard, and I'll call you back later."
"He's not with me," she snapped. "Though you are a bastard, and I mean everything I said."
"No," he pleaded. "Something is wrong with you. Sean has gotten to you somehow. The Cathy I know would never say something so cruel to me or use such harsh language. What happened? Is he threatening you because I swear the police are on the way? Come with me, you love me."
"You're disgusting," she said. "You're weak and manipulative and pathetic. Why would I love a man like that?"
Marco sounded slightly less confident as he said, "I know it's been hard, but you do love me. That can't just disappear."
"I'll say it one more time," she said. "I do not love you. I will not love you. I want nothing to do with you. I know you want my family's money, but you do not see a cent of it. Do you hear me? Not a single cent."
