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married!”
    “I don’t feel married!” He sounded almost defensive.
    “No?” She retorted recklessly. “Well maybe I don’t feel married either! Maybe I’m ready to be outrageous. Maybe I’m ready for other men and extra marital affairs too!”
    “This had better not be your way of telling me that you were with another man last night, Theresa,” he warned ominously, his voice eerily calm. Theresa recklessly ignored the warning in his voice and plunged on regardless.
    “So what if that’s exactly what I’m telling you?” She asked daringly. “What will you do about it? Make my life hell? Well surprise surprise… it’s already hell! Do your worst !”
    “What’s his name?” He insisted in a lethally calm voice that sent an involuntary shudder down her spine. She suddenly recognised that she had pushed him too far but she knew that even if she backed down now, it wouldn’t assuage his anger. “Theresa, who the hell is he?”
    Even though Theresa knew that he would never physically harm her, she couldn’t help but feel an instinctive frisson of fear. She knew that he had a tight leash on his temper but right now that leash seemed strained to breaking point.
    “I… I was speaking hypothetically,” she stuttered, abandoning all pretence of bravado and feeling unbelievably intimidated.
    “I don’t believe you,” he bit out furiously.
    “I wasn’t with anybody, I just needed a break!”
    “A break…” he repeated with flat contempt.
    “Yes a break ! A break from you and from this life… I don’t want to be in this marriage anymore. I want out… I want away from you ! Please…. I just want a divorce, Sandro. Please.”
    “You’ll get your divorce when I get my son,” he reminded ruthlessly.
    “That’s so sick,” she protested. “Why would you even want a child with a woman you despise?” He didn’t respond, instead he sent an odd probing little look over her strained face.
    “You honestly don’t know, do you?” he breathed in disbelief and she blinked in confusion.
    “Know what?” She asked blankly, distracted by the rapt look on his face. Again he didn’t reply. “Know what ?”
    “Why did you marry me?” He asked suddenly.
    “You know why…” she was outraged by the way he was rubbing salt in the wound unable to believe, even after a year and a half of similar treatment, that he could be so cruel.
    “Humour me,” he prompted and she exhaled shakily, before getting up with as much dignity as she could muster. She felt shaky and nauseous and couldn’t stomach being around him anymore. She took an unsteady step away from the table, swaying so badly that he jumped up and clasped one large hand around her slender arm to steady her.
    “Theresa?” He sounded almost shaken.
    “I’m fine,” she shrugged off his hand. “I just got up too quickly. Now please excuse me, I have things to do!”
    “Wait…” he said urgently. “I asked you a question.”
    “A stupid question that you already know the answer to,” she retorted.
    “Maybe I’d like to hear the answer again,” he was being a total ass about this and not for the first time in her life, Theresa felt like hitting him.
    “Oh, God , why do you insist on doing this?” She groaned.
    “You really loved me, didn’t you?” He breathed in amazement and she shot him a haunted look before turning away.
    “You may rest assured that whatever I felt for you a year ago is no longer an issue. I want a divorce, nothing you do or say can induce me to stay with you…” she insisted and he surprised her by nodding thoughtfully.
    “Yes. I’m beginning to realise that,” he acknowledged softly. There was nothing more to be said and she left the room with her head held high and her dignity intact.
     
    She was a mass of nerves when she finally got to the bedroom and sank down on the bed, feeling quivery and still vaguely nauseous. She felt like she had just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer but she also felt like