“Nooooo!” he threw himself to the ground as she wrenched the ring from her finger.
“I’ll change, I’ll do whatever it takes, I’ll be the man you want me to be...”
She tossed the ring towards him. “It’s too late, I can’t do this anymore.” Picking up her bag she rushed out to the waiting cab. Without a backward glance she told the driver to take her to St Pancras.
He lay motionless on the ground in the hallway, maybe he should just stay there.
* * *
(Some time later)
“Excuse me sir, telephone...
Mr Cameron, Sir?”