 It was a strictly business proposition. Edward got a wife and I got security. And what I thought was a convenient way of life. But after two years of living like a prisoner in a house that was inside the walls of a jail, with a man who was 15 years older than I was, I'd had enough. But Edward had other ideas. Divorce. You don't mean a word of it, Gladys. Stop telling me what I mean. Will you give me a divorce?