"Joey Tarot – son of Rick Tarot had just woken up from his bed nearly in midnight at Portland. He wore his cotton slippers and began to descend downstairs without making any noise. He knew he walking out of his bed in midnight was nowhere suspicious. On the other hand, nobody had seen him.

What he had done didn’t matter, but what mattered the most was what he was about to do.

 He had been there for settlement of his divorce case. For months and months Joey had been pleading his wife not to divorce. According to him, there still was a chance for settlement. She was in no mood to settle. She just wanted her part from his property and wanted to part away.

"I will not spend my whole life with an impotent man who cannot even give me a child." She had told him several times.

 Tarot had stood silence.

"I want a child, not your silence. Your father thinks the kid is our son. He is a fool man. He didn’t even find out the infant he had seen six years ago and the kid he is seeing now are different ones. I don’t love this adopted child. I am fed up with him!"

"You will not tell this to my father." Joey had screamed.

"So you will let him die without letting him know the kid he thinks is our child is adopted? How cruel you are." She had sobbed.

"I cannot give you a child. Even you know the thing. I am a fucking barren man!" Joey shouted and fell back on couch.

"I want this child gone."

"So what am I supposed to do? Eat him? Don’t be a silly bitch, Avyanna." He got up on his feet.

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"There's still a way if this child cannot be gone."

Joey looked with furiousness at her.

"I should be gone."

"You're free to go." Joey said in a sudden.

The way Avyanna looked at him was full of aghast. She had expected him to think of an alternative way.

"I'm free to go, isn't it?"

Joey nodded without blinking.

"Yes. I want a successor. The kid will stay with me and take whatever will be with me when I die. I'm upset you're talking about divorce. I am not mood of divorce, not because I love you but because I don’t want to share any part of my money with you. I am about to be bankrupt. I can think of divorce only if my father dies."

"I had wanted a child, Joey, not divorce." She sobbed.

"You also know this can’t happen. I'm ashamed of myself and my cock!"

"The shame is you're lying to your own father. There's no shame in you for being impotent." She said, "I've no problem in raising this kid till you've arranged your papers for our divorce."

"I cannot include this topic in papers, dear. Father's old, wait for a couple of years if you want divorce. I am in no state to give you part of my property. I will go broke this way."

"I don’t care about your father. I want divorce. Put anything, but it should look reasonable enough to make us part away."

"There should be no reason. Let's make it fair. We were bored with each other, our love vanished, and now we don’t want to be together anymore. It'll give you decent percent of what I own and it will help you for sure." He said at her, "But after I rightfully get what I am about to get."

She had agreed that night.

 Only for the night.