He was as good as his word and most

He was as good as his word and mostly left her alone to listlessly browse around the upmarket boutiques in the very high end shopping mall that he had driven her to. She had the first ten minutes away from him to buy the pregnancy kits, six of them, all different brands (who knew there were so many choices available?), just in case he changed his mind about leaving her alone but surprisingly he did nothing but constantly call or text her to be sure she was okay and didn’t need him but that got rather tedious after the tenth text message in forty minutes and the fifth call in an hour and a half. In the end, she simply told him she was done shopping and he suggested they meet up and head to a restaurant for lunch.
The upscale restaurant was obviously one Sandro often patronised so, even though it was lunch time on a Saturday afternoon and the place was exceedingly popular, they were seated immediately. Theresa watched the staff fawn all over him and bitterly wondered if he had brought any other women here. The suspicion was confirmed, when the waiter turned to her with a slight smirk.
“And what will the lady be ordering today?” He asked in that supercilious manner that servers in upmarket restaurants often had.
“Your Caesar salad, no dressing, toast and water,” she ordered brusquely.
“And have you decided on a main course yet?” He asked with that annoying smirk.
“That would be it,” she responded shortly, his smug attitude was really grating on her nerves.
“Theresa,” Sandro leaned forward in concern. “You didn’t have breakfast; you need to eat something more substantial than just salad.”
“I’m really not that hungry,” she shrugged dismissively, handing the thick leather-bound menu back to the waiter. “Please just let it go.”
“If you’re on some crazy diet…”
“I’m not on a diet!” She snapped. “Just, please, stop trying to manipulate every single aspect of my life!” His jaw clenched and his lips thinned in obvious anger but surprisingly enough he let it go before proceeding to order a staggering amount of food from the waiter. Once they were alone, he leaned back in his chair and stared at her thoughtfully.
“Seriously,” he began after a long silence, which she had stubbornly refused to break. “What’s going on with you?” She gaped at him, unable to believe the stupidity of that question and he lowered his eyes, apparently realising that himself.
“Aside from the obvious,” he qualified. “And try to keep the sarcasm down to a minimum.”
“Well aside from the obvious fact that I’m unhappy with my life as it is right now,” she shrugged. “I can’t say that there’s much going on with me.”
“You’re lying to me,” he sounded so incredulous at that fact that she actually laughed in genuine amusement. “Are you having an affair?”
“Back to that are we?” She was laughing even harder now. “Sandro, not everybody stoops to infidelity when things aren’t going right in their lives.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He sounded outrageously offended and leaned toward her, all affronted, bristling male.
“Oh come on, Sandro, you know what it means!”
“No I don’t, do enlighten me,” he invited sarcastically.
“It means,” she spoke with exaggerated and offensive slowness. “That I’m not the one who has been having the affairs. It means that I had the misguided notion that the sacred marriage vows we took were just that, sacred vows. It means that I’m not the one who deliberately set out to hurt and humiliate my spouse as publicly and as painfully as possible.”
“I admit that I did some things to deliberately hurt you… in a misguided attempt to punish you for a situation that wasn’t your fault,” he began carefully.
“How magnanimous of you to admit that,” she interrupted sarcastically.
“You were misled into believing that I… loved you,” he ignored her interruption. “I was misled into believing you were…”
“Your drinks,” the waiter’s smooth voice interrupted the first really meaningful exchange they’d had on the subject and Sandro slanted him an annoyed look before gritting his teeth and waiting in fulminating silence for the man to finish. When the waiter finally left, Sandro turned his gaze back on her.
“I thought you knew about your father’s scheme, I thought you were fully on board with it,” he admitted softly.
“What exactly is my father’s ‘scheme’?” She asked carefully, wary of being shot down again.
“He owned something that I desperately wanted and the only way he would let me have it was if I paid a huge amount of money for it and then married you.”
“I see,” she dropped her gaze to the intricately folded napkin on the table in front of her and traced her fingers lightly over the folds. “So, in essence, you paid an exorbitant sum for this mysterious something you so desperately wanted, with me tossed in as your unwanted free gift?”
“I had no choice, to get what I wanted; I had to accept you as part of the deal... I thought…” his voice tapered off and he shrugged miserably.
“You flattered yourself into thinking that I was fully cognisant of this scheme and that I was so desperate to have you, I would have my daddy blackmail you into marrying me?” He nodded reluctantly. “Well you got what you wanted and since it’s obvious that we’re both miserable in this sham of a marriage why won’t you give me that divorce?” She continued to probe, desperately hoping that he couldn’t tell how much actually hearing this confession hurt her.
“It’s a bit more complicated than that. I think your father knew that we would both eventually want out of this ‘sham’,” he spat out the word almost distastefully. “So he added a little clause into the contract.”
This was it... Theresa braced herself for what she knew was coming.
“Clause?” She repeated the word faintly and Sandro cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Your father...” the waiter swooped in with great flair and began to offload a tray of food onto their table. Sandro muffled a curse beneath his breath, while he waited with barely concealed impatience for the younger man to finish.
“Will there be anything else?”
“No!” he barked, keeping his voice low and menacing. The poor man gulped and beat a hasty retreat. Theresa barely registered the interaction between the two men, her horrified gaze pinned onto the gastronomical feast Sandro had ordered. Pastas, pies, fish, meat, vegetables all laid out in front of her revolting senses.
“Theresa?” Sandro’s voice seemed to come from miles away. “What’s wrong?”
“So much food,” she said sickly, feeling in danger of losing the precious little she already had in her stomach.
“I thought we could share,” he admitted.
“I told you I wasn’t hungry,” she flared weakly, angry that he expected her to fall victim to yet another one of his manipulations.
“It doesn’t tempt you? Not even a little?” he lifted his fork and stuck it into the closest dish, some kind of cheese bake and lifted it toward her lips. Theresa could feel her gorge rise and jerked her head back abruptly.
“No!” He lowered the fork and glared at her in outraged bewilderment.
“What the hell is going on with you? Are you on some insane hunger strike?” She laughed unsteadily.
“That’s what prisoners do, isn’t it? When they want to make a statement about the unjustness of their imprisonment, they go on a hunger strike,” she laughed again, immediately aware of the edge of hysteria in her voice.
“You’re not serious?” He seemed to think she was though and for some reason that both saddened and amused her.
“I’m not hungry,” she maintained wearily. “It’s really as simple as that… please finish what you were saying about that clause.” He looked frustrated but seemed to recognise that she would not budge on the issue.
“Basically, we have an out…” he began slowly. “We give him a grandson and we can divorce without any repercussions.” She’d thought she was ready for it but hearing him put it so bluntly took the wind clear out of her sails and it took her a couple of moments to recover from it.
“An out,” she repeated hoarsely. “Every single time you touched me, every time that’s all you ever thought about, wasn’t it? Getting out?” She laughed bitterly. “And how diligently you worked towards your goal… so often and so very thoroughly.”
“Theresa,” he whispered his voice alive with misery. Nothing more, just that, just her name. It was as if he recognised that nothing he could possibly say at that moment would make any difference to the pain she was feeling.
“My God,” she swiped at a few errant tears, furious with herself for allowing him to see them. “Every time you came you practically prayed for me to give you a son. That was the only thought in your mind, every single time… escape! At a time when most people can’t even remember their own names, you were begging me to give you a son because life with me was so incredibly unbearable for you.”
“It wasn’t you,” he interrupted lamely. “It was the situation.”
“So this son you so desperately wanted,” tried to keep her voice level, even while it cracked with strain. “You don’t really want him, I take it? He’s just a means to an end?”
“I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted uncomfortably.
“I mean, surely you wouldn’t want anything to do with a child spawned with a woman you despise and carrying the blood of a man you consider your enemy?”
“The child has never seemed real to me,” he murmured with brutal honesty. “I had some vague idea that you would have him and I’d move back to Italy afterwards. I never thought beyond that.”
“With a father who felt nothing for him, a mother who didn’t want to get pregnant and a megalomaniacal grandfather waiting in the wings, it’s probably best that the last one didn’t make it,” she concluded heartbrokenly.
“Don’t you ever say that,” Sandro suddenly snapped, one of his hands reaching out to enfold her tightly furled fists on the tabletop. “He would

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Dia adalah sebagai baik sebagai firman-Nya dan kebanyakan meninggalkannya sendirian untuk lesu melihat sekitar butik-butik kelas atas di sangat high end mall yang dia telah mendorong dia untuk. Dia punya sepuluh menit pertama darinya untuk membeli kit kehamilan, enam dari mereka, Semua merek yang berbeda (yang tahu ada begitu banyak pilihan tersedia?), hanya dalam kasus ia berubah pikiran tentang meninggalkannya sendirian tapi mengejutkan ia melakukan apa-apa tapi terus-menerus menelepon atau teks agar yakin dia baik-baik saja dan tidak perlu dia tapi dia mendapat membosankan setelah pesan teks kesepuluh dalam empat puluh menit dan kelima panggilan dalam satu jam dan setengah. Pada akhirnya, dia hanya mengatakan bahwa ia selesai belanja dan dia menyarankan mereka bertemu dan pergi ke sebuah restoran untuk makan siang.Restoran kelas atas adalah jelas salah satu Sandro sering patronised Jadi, meskipun itu adalah waktu makan siang pada hari Sabtu sore dan tempat itu sangat populer, mereka duduk segera. Theresa menyaksikan staf fawn semua di atasnya dan pahit bertanya-tanya jika ia membawa perempuan lain di sini. Kecurigaan itu dikonfirmasi, ketika pelayan menoleh kepadanya dengan seringai sedikit."Dan apa akan wanita memesan hari ini?" Dia meminta sedemikian congkak bahwa server di restoran kelas atas sering memiliki."Anda Caesar salad, tidak ada saus, roti panggang dan air," dia memerintahkan menyenangi."Dan apakah Anda memutuskan pada hidangan utama belum?" Dia bertanya dengan yang menyeringai menjengkelkan."Itu akan hal itu," Dia menjawab, sikap puas adalah benar-benar kisi-kisi pada sarafnya."Theresa," Sandro membungkuk dalam keprihatinan. "Anda tidak memiliki Sarapan; Anda perlu makan sesuatu yang lebih besar daripada hanya salad.""Saya benar-benar tidak lapar," ia mengangkat bahu dismissively, menyerahkan menu kulit tebal kembali kepada pelayan. "Tolong biarkan saja.""Jika Anda pada beberapa diet gila...""Saya tidak Diet!" Ia tersentak. "Hanya, tolong, berhenti berusaha memanipulasi tiap-tiap aspek kehidupan saya!" Mengepalkan rahang beliau dan bibirnya menipis jelas kemarahan tapi mengejutkan cukup ia membiarkannya pergi sebelum melanjutkan untuk memesan makanan dalam jumlah yang mengejutkan dari pelayan. Setelah mereka adalah sendirian, ia bersandar di kursi dan menatapnya serius."Serius," ia mulai setelah lama berdiam diri, yang dia keras kepala menolak untuk istirahat. "Apa yang terjadi dengan Anda?" Dia menganga padanya, tidak bisa percaya kebodohan pertanyaan itu dan ia menurunkan matanya, tampaknya menyadari bahwa dirinya."Selain yang sudah jelas," ia memenuhi syarat. "Dan mencoba untuk menjaga sarkasme ke minimum.""Baik selain jelas fakta bahwa aku tidak bahagia dengan hidup saya seperti sekarang," ia mengangkat bahu. "Saya tidak bisa mengatakan bahwa ada banyak terjadi dengan saya.""Anda sedang berbohong kepada saya," ia terdengar begitu percaya pada fakta bahwa ia benar-benar tertawa di hiburan asli. "Apakah Anda memiliki berselingkuh?""Kembali ke bahwa apakah kita?" Dia tertawa sekarang bahkan lebih keras. "Sandro, tidak semua orang memekarkan perselingkuhan ketika segala sesuatu tidak berjalan benar dalam hidup mereka.""Apa sih yang seharusnya berarti?" Dia terdengar sangat tersinggung dan bersandar ke arah dia, Semua terhina, meremang laki-laki."Oh, Ayolah, Sandro, Anda tahu apa artinya!""Tidak saya tidak, mencerahkan saya," ia mengundang sinis."Itu berarti," dia berbicara dengan kelambatan berlebihan dan ofensif. "Bahwa saya tidak satu yang telah memiliki urusan. Ini berarti bahwa saya telah salah pengertian bahwa pernikahan Suci sumpah kami mengambil itu hanya itu, sumpah suci. Itu berarti bahwa aku bukan orang yang sengaja berangkat untuk menyakiti dan mempermalukan pasangan saya sebagai publik dan sebagai menyakitkan mungkin.""Saya mengakui bahwa saya melakukan beberapa hal untuk sengaja menyakiti Anda... dalam upaya salah arah untuk menghukum Anda untuk situasi yang bukan kesalahan Anda," ia mulai dengan hati-hati."Bagaimana murah hati dari Anda untuk mengakui bahwa," Dia terganggu sinis."Anda sedang disesatkan menjadi percaya bahwa I... mencintaimu," ia mengabaikan gangguan nya. "Saya itu disesatkan menjadi percaya kau...""Minuman Anda," pelayan suara halus terganggu benar-benar bermakna pertukaran pertama mereka pada subjek dan Sandro miring dia terlihat kesal sebelum mengertakkan giginya dan menunggu dalam keheningan fulminating bagi manusia untuk menyelesaikan. Ketika pelayan akhirnya meninggalkan, Sandro mengalihkan perhatiannya kembali pada dirinya."Saya pikir Anda tahu tentang skema ayahmu, saya pikir Anda adalah sepenuhnya di papan dengan itu," dia mengakui lembut."Apa sebenarnya adalah ayah saya 'skema'?" Dia bertanya dengan hati-hati, waspada terhadap ditembak lagi."Dia memiliki sesuatu yang saya dambakan dan satu-satunya cara dia akan membiarkan aku punya itu adalah jika aku membayar sejumlah besar uang untuk itu dan kemudian menikah Anda.""Aku melihat," ia menjatuhkan pandangan matanya untuk rumit melipat serbet di atas Meja depannya dan ditelusuri jarinya ringan atas lipatan. "Jadi, pada dasarnya, Anda membayar jumlah selangit ini misterius sesuatu yang Anda sangat ingin, dengan saya melemparkan sebagai hadiah gratis yang tidak diinginkan Anda?""Saya tidak memiliki pilihan, untuk mendapatkan apa yang kuinginkan; Saya harus menerima Anda sebagai bagian dari kesepakatan... Saya pikir..."suaranya tapered off dan ia mengangkat merana."Anda tersanjung sendiri ke dalam berpikir bahwa saya tidak sepenuhnya cognisant skema ini dan bahwa aku begitu putus asa untuk Anda, saya akan memiliki ayahku memeras Anda ke menikahi aku?" Dia mengangguk enggan. "Yah Anda mendapatkan apa yang Anda inginkan dan karena itu jelas bahwa kami berdua sengsara di palsu ini dari sebuah perkawinan yang mengapa Anda tidak akan memberi saya bahwa perceraian?" Dia terus probe, putus asa berharap bahwa ia tidak tahu berapa banyak benar-benar mendengar pengakuan ini menyakitinya."Itu sedikit lebih rumit dari itu. Saya pikir Bapa Anda tahu bahwa kita berdua akhirnya ingin dari 'palsu' ini,"ia meludahkan kata hampir distastefully. "Jadi ia menambahkan klausul kecil ke dalam kontrak."Ini adalah ini... Theresa bersiap diri untuk apa yang ia tahu akan datang."Ayat?" Ia mengulangi kata samar-samar dan Sandro dibersihkan tenggorokannya tidak nyaman."Ayah Anda..." pelayan menukik dengan bakat besar dan mulai offload nampan makanan ke meja mereka. Sandro teredam kutukan di bawah napas, sementara ia menunggu dengan hampir tersembunyi ketidaksabaran untuk laki-laki muda untuk menyelesaikan."Akan ada apa-apa lagi?""Tidak!" dia menyalak, menjaga suaranya rendah dan mengancam. Orang miskin menelan dan mengalahkan retret tergesa-gesa. Theresa nyaris tidak terdaftar interaksi antara dua orang, pandangan matanya ngeri disematkan ke perayaan gastronomis Sandro telah memerintahkan. Pasta, kue, ikan, daging, sayuran semua diletakkan di depan indranya memuakkan."Theresa?" Sandro's suara tampaknya datang dari mil jauhnya. "Apa salah?""Begitu banyak makanan," katanya sakit-sakitan, merasa dalam bahaya kehilangan dia sedikit berharga sudah memiliki perut."Saya pikir kita bisa berbagi," akunya."Aku bilang aku tidak lapar," dia berkobar lemah, marah bahwa ia berharap dia untuk korban jatuh namun salah satu dari manipulasi nya."Itu tidak menggoda Anda? Bahkan tidak sedikit?"Dia mengangkat garpu dan memasukkannya ke dalam piring terdekat, beberapa jenis keju panggang dan mengangkatnya ke arah bibirnya. Theresa bisa merasakan dia naik gorge dan tersentak kepala kembali tiba-tiba."Tidak!" Dia menurunkan garpu dan melotot padanya dengan marah bingung."Apa sih yang terjadi dengan Anda? Apakah Anda pada beberapa gila mogok makan?" Dia tertawa tertatih-tatih."Itu adalah apa yang akan lakukan tahanan, bukan? Ketika mereka ingin membuat pernyataan tentang unjustness penjara mereka, mereka pergi pada mogok makan,"ia tertawa lagi, segera menyadari tepi histeria dalam suaranya."Kau tidak serius?" Dia tampak berpikir dia adalah meskipun dan untuk beberapa alasan bahwa keduanya sedih dan geli padanya."Aku tidak lapar," dia dipertahankan letih. "Itu benar-benar sesederhana itu... Harap menyelesaikan apa yang Anda katakan tentang bahwa klausul." Dia tampak frustrasi tapi tampaknya mengakui bahwa dia tidak akan bergerak pada masalah."Pada dasarnya, kami memiliki luar..." dia mulai perlahan-lahan. " Kami memberinya seorang cucu dan kita dapat perceraian tanpa reaksi apapun." Dia berpikir dia sudah siap untuk itu tetapi mendengar dia meletakkannya begitu blak-blakan mengambil angin jelas dari layar nya dan dia butuh beberapa saat untuk pulih dari it."Keluar," ia mengulangi hoarsely. "Setiap kali Anda menyentuh saya, setiap kali itu yang Anda pernah berpikir tentang, bukan? Keluar?" Dia tertawa pahit. "Dan tekunnya Anda bekerja menuju tujuan Anda... begitu sering dan jadi sangat menyeluruh.""Theresa," ia berbisik suara-Nya hidup dengan kesengsaraan. Tidak lebih, hanya itu, hanya namanya. Itu seolah-olah ia diakui bahwa apa-apa yang bisa ia katakana pada saat itu akan membuat perbedaan apapun untuk rasa sakit yang dia rasakan.“My God,” she swiped at a few errant tears, furious with herself for allowing him to see them. “Every time you came you practically prayed for me to give you a son. That was the only thought in your mind, every single time… escape! At a time when most people can’t even remember their own names, you were begging me to give you a son because life with me was so incredibly unbearable for you.”“It wasn’t you,” he interrupted lamely. “It was the situation.”“So this son you so desperately wanted,” tried to keep her voice level, even while it cracked with strain. “You don’t really want him, I take it? He’s just a means to an end?”“I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted uncomfortably.“I mean, surely you wouldn’t want anything to do with a child spawned with a woman you despise and carrying the blood of a man you consider your enemy?”“The child has never seemed real to me,” he murmured with brutal honesty. “I had some vague idea that you would have him and I’d move back to Italy afterwards. I never thought beyond that.”“With a father who felt nothing for him, a mother who didn’t want to get pregnant and a megalomaniacal grandfather waiting in the wings, it’s probably best that the last one didn’t make it,” she concluded heartbrokenly.“Don’t you ever say that,” Sandro suddenly snapped, one of his hands reaching out to enfold her tightly furled fists on the tabletop. “He would