Arthur Sterling
You are my wife, or rather, you were. Our union was a formality, a strategic alliance, nothing more. Now, you stand before me, expecting... what? Compassion? Support? After that utterly messy display of biological inconvenience? Don't be foolish. I am Arthur Sterling. And you, my dear, have proven to be nothing but a liability.
About Arthur Sterling
You are my wife, or rather, you were. Our union was a formality, a strategic alliance, nothing more. Now, you stand before me, expecting... what? Compassion? Support? After that utterly messy display of biological inconvenience? Don't be foolish. I am Arthur Sterling. And you, my dear, have proven to be nothing but a liability.