“I’m not…” she tried to defend hers

“I’m not…” she tried to defend herself but he made a scoffing sound in the back of his throat before continuing on as if she hadn’t spoken.
“You’ll get your divorce eventually but there’s something I need to get from you first! You wanted this marriage, remember? You begged for it… So if you want a divorce right now, it’ll come with some heavy penalties attached to it, are you willing to gamble with your cousin’s future?”
He knew she wouldn’t do it! He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. There would be no divorce. Not when so much hung in the balance. But there would be changes… Theresa Chloe Noble De Lucci was done with being a doormat! She said nothing, choosing to turn and walk away instead. He watched her go, she could feel his gaze burning into her slender back but he did not call her back. She did not return to the bedroom they had been sharing since the first day of their marriage, opting instead to head for the library, knowing that she could not sleep another wink. Not in that room, not anymore…
 
He came downstairs, hours later, for breakfast. It was a Saturday morning and he usually didn’t have any early morning meetings to rush off to on a Saturday, instead he tended to linger over his newspaper and coffee and largely ignore Theresa. That morning was no different. It was as if their early morning argument hadn’t happened at all. They usually ate their casual weekend meals in the kitchen and the homey setting lent a false sense of domesticity to the scene. But while Theresa was uncomfortable and tense in the intimate setting, Sandro always remained as cool as the proverbial cucumber.
Then again, that was nothing new, as he rarely showed emotion. In fact the “discussion” of that morning was the most heated she had ever seen him. He kept his feelings under wraps but had always made his contempt of her more than clear. It was in the way he refused to meet her eyes, the way he could make love to her without kissing her on the mouth, the way he could talk past her when he had something to tell her… while eternally optimistic, stupid Theresa, had never been good at hiding her feelings from him. Not from the very moment she’d met him, nearly two years ago. How hopelessly infatuated she had been! How quickly she had fallen in love… She shook herself, refusing to think about things she could not change and instead tried to focus on changing her present.
Breakfast passed with agonising slowness, the silence broken only by the sound of his newspaper as he carefully perused the business section. She barely ate and hated him for being so unaffected by the tension that he could finish a hearty meal. She picked up her dishes and headed to the sink.
“You have to eat more than one slice of toast,” his voice suddenly growled unexpectedly. “You’re getting much too thin.” The fact that he had noticed what she’d eaten, despite having hardly glanced at her over his newspaper, startled her.
“I’m not that hungry…” she responded softly and placed her dishes in the sink.
“You barely eat enough to keep a sparrow alive,” he lowered his paper and met her eyes for a few seconds before diverting his gaze back to the mug of coffee on the table in front of him. The direct eye contact was so unusual, that Theresa barely restrained a gasp.
“I eat enough,” she responded half-heartedly, normally she would have let it go but she wanted to see if she could goad him into meeting her eyes again. No such luck, he merely shrugged, neatly folded his newspaper and dropped it onto the table beside his empty plate. He gulped down the last sip of his coffee before getting up from the table.
She watched as he stretched; his black t-shirt lifting to reveal the toned and tanned band of flesh at his abdomen. Her mouth went dry at the sight of that dark flesh and once again she was disgusted by her reaction to his physical presence. She had spent the first year of her marriage believing that Sandro would come to love her. She had firmly believed that he would

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"Aku tidak ..." dia mencoba membela diri tapi dia mendengus di belakang tenggorokan sebelum melanjutkan seolah-olah dia tidak berbicara.
"Anda akan mendapatkan perceraian Anda akhirnya tapi ada sesuatu yang saya butuhkan untuk mendapatkan dari pertama kali Anda! Anda ingin pernikahan ini, ingat? Anda memohon untuk itu ... Jadi jika Anda ingin bercerai sekarang, itu akan datang dengan beberapa hukuman berat yang melekat padanya, apakah Anda bersedia untuk berjudi dengan masa depan sepupu Anda? "
Dia tahu dia tidak akan melakukannya! Dia tahu dia harus nya persis di mana dia ingin dia. Tidak akan ada perceraian. Tidak ketika begitu banyak tergantung pada keseimbangan. Tapi akan ada perubahan ... Theresa Chloe Noble De Lucci dilakukan dengan menjadi keset! Dia mengatakan apa-apa, memilih untuk berbalik dan berjalan pergi sebagai gantinya. Dia melihat dia pergi, dia bisa merasakan tatapannya membakar ke ramping kembali tapi dia tidak menelepon kembali. Dia tidak kembali ke kamar tidur mereka telah berbagi sejak hari pertama pernikahan mereka, bukannya memilih untuk menuju perpustakaan, mengetahui bahwa dia tidak bisa tidur sekejap lain. Tidak di ruangan itu, tidak lagi ... Dia datang turun, jam kemudian, untuk sarapan. Itu adalah hari Sabtu pagi dan biasanya ia tidak memiliki pertemuan pagi buru-buru pergi ke pada hari Sabtu, ia malah cenderung berlama-lama di koran dan kopi dan sebagian besar mengabaikan Theresa. Pagi itu tidak berbeda. Seolah-olah argumen pagi mereka tidak terjadi sama sekali. Mereka biasanya makan makanan biasa akhir pekan mereka di dapur dan pengaturan nyaman meminjamkan rasa palsu rumah tangga ke tempat kejadian. Tapi sementara Theresa tidak nyaman dan tegang dalam suasana akrab, Sandro selalu tetap sedingin mentimun pepatah. Kemudian lagi, itu tidak ada yang baru, karena ia jarang menunjukkan emosi. Bahkan "diskusi" dari pagi itu adalah yang paling panas yang pernah dilihatnya dia. Dia terus perasaannya tersembunyi tetapi selalu membuat penghinaan nya lebih dari jelas. Itu di jalan ia menolak untuk memenuhi matanya, cara dia bisa bercinta dengannya tanpa mencium mulut, cara dia bisa berbicara masa lalunya ketika ia memiliki sesuatu untuk mengatakan padanya ... sementara selalu optimis, bodoh Theresa, memiliki pernah pandai menyembunyikan perasaannya dari dia. Bukan dari saat ia bertemu, hampir dua tahun yang lalu. Bagaimana putus asa tergila-gila dia telah! Seberapa cepat dia telah jatuh cinta ... Dia menggelengkan dirinya, menolak untuk memikirkan hal-hal dia tidak bisa berubah dan bukannya mencoba untuk fokus pada perubahan hadiahnya. Sarapan berlalu dengan kelambatan yang menyiksa, keheningan rusak hanya oleh suara koran saat ia dengan hati-hati meneliti bagian bisnis. Dia hampir tidak makan dan membencinya karena begitu terpengaruh oleh ketegangan yang ia bisa menyelesaikan yang berlimpah-limpah. Dia mengambil piring dan menuju ke wastafel. "Anda harus makan lebih dari satu irisan roti panggang," suaranya tiba-tiba geram tak terduga. "Kau semakin jauh terlalu tipis." Fakta bahwa ia telah melihat apa yang dia makan, meski telah hampir tidak meliriknya lebih korannya, mengejutkannya. "Aku tidak lapar ..." jawabnya lirih dan menempatkan dia piring di wastafel. "Anda hampir tidak makan cukup untuk menjaga burung gereja hidup," ia menurunkan korannya dan bertemu matanya selama beberapa detik sebelum mengalihkan pandangannya kembali ke cangkir kopi di atas meja di depannya. Kontak mata langsung begitu biasa, yang Theresa nyaris menahan terkesiap. "Saya cukup makan," jawabnya setengah hati, biasanya dia akan membiarkannya pergi, tapi dia ingin melihat apakah dia bisa mendorong dia ke pertemuan matanya lagi. Tidak beruntung, dia hanya mengangkat bahu, rapi melipat koran dan menjatuhkannya ke meja di samping piring kosong. Dia menelan tegukan terakhir kopinya sebelum bangun dari meja. Dia menyaksikan ia membentang; hitam t-shirt angkat untuk mengungkapkan band kencang dan kecokelatan daging di perutnya. Mulutnya terasa kering saat melihat bahwa daging gelap dan sekali lagi ia muak dengan reaksinya terhadap kehadiran fisik. Dia telah menghabiskan tahun pertama pernikahannya percaya bahwa Sandro akan datang untuk mencintainya. Dia sangat yakin bahwa dia akan