Sandro had made good on his promise

Sandro had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Lisa and Phumsile’s aid in ensuring that she took her vitamins and rested enough... but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from him, his phonecalls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes each time. When Theresa tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. She had no choice but to take them at their word.
She kept track of Sandro’s movements through the news; online, televised and printed, his father’s death and Sandro’s subsequent taking over of an empire were pretty hot news items and barely a day went by that it wasn’t mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral, despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Sandro standing over his father’s open grave, his face closed up tighter than a fist, flanked by his mother and by Francesca who had stood with her hand woven through his arm, offering the support of a lover, the support a wife would offer. A lot had been written about that photograph, a lot of cynical criticism had been aimed at his cold, absent wife and a lot of praise for the stoic Francesca who stood by him through thick and thin.
No word about her difficult pregnancy which made travel nearly impossible for her. A few local reporters had contacted her, wanting her “side of the story” and her refusal to be interviewed or offer any comment had merely added fuel to the fodder that she was unfeeling and cold. The media, when given free rein, were ruthless. For the most part they left her alone, content to write what they wanted and in every article the beautiful, vivacious Francesca was lauded for her unwavering and loving support, while the “plain and anti-social” Theresa was criticised for her seeming neglect of her husband in his time of need.
She sighed quietly, as she stared out at the heavy downpour, missing Sandro so much it hurt and wishing that she could just talk with him. The baby moved restlessly and she winced slightly as a tiny foot caught her just beneath the ribs. She sang a quiet lullaby and ran her hands over the mound of her stomach. She was feeling her burden more and more with each passing day and it was getting increasingly difficult just to make it through the day.
“Theresa?” The quiet voice coming from behind her made her jump nearly out of her skin and she yelped before turning to face Lisa and Rick both of whom stood framed in the doorway of the den.
“God, you startled me,” she gasped as they stepped into the room, neither cracking a smile, both looking relentlessly grim. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
.              “Terri... we have to get you out of here,” Lisa said urgently, rounding the sofa to stand in front of her.
“What? Why?”
“We’ll explain once we’re out of here...”
“No,” she shook her head stubbornly. “Tell me now. Is it Sandro? Was he hurt?”
“He will be once I get done with him,” Rick suddenly threatened furiously.
“Rick, not now,” Lisa groaned and Theresa’s eyes settled on the grim-faced man in confusion.
“I don’t understand...” her confused gaze went from Lisa’s frantic expression to Rick’s furious one. “What’s going on?”
“A story just broke in the European newspapers...”
“What story?” She asked in bewilderment and Rick swore softly.
“Sweetheart we can discuss it later, for now we have to leave before the vultures descend.”
“No, Rick,” she maintained stubbornly. “I’m not leaving my home without good reason.” Rick’s jaw clenched and his expression clearly gave away his frustration with her.
“Terri they’re saying that Sandro was blackmailed into marrying you. That he did so for his father. They’re also saying that a source close to the family claims that since Sandro has no reason to be with you anymore he’ll be filing for a divorce as soon as he gets back.”
“I never thought of that,” Theresa half-whispered to herself. “Of course he’s free now. That’s probably why I never heard from him, he’s been busy planning this... I should have realised that he would want that. I should have seen this coming.”
“Theresa, don’t you dare beat yourself up about it. If the divorce rumours are true then he’s a bastard for abandoning his pregnant wife when she needs him most,” Rick fumed.
“No, I’m happy for him. He was trapped…” she was so dazed, she barely realised what she was saying and Rick swore in disbelief.
“My God, it’s like you have battered wife syndrome. Stop making excuses for him, he’s an ass who hurt you time and again.” When it looked like she was about to protest, Lisa stepped forward.
“Come on, darling, let’s get you packed up and out of here,” her cousin took charge, grabbing hold of Theresa’s arm and jerking her out of her stupor. Lisa steered her out of the room, tossing a warning look over her shoulder when it looked like Rick wanted to say something more.
 
After getting settled at Rick and Lisa’s, Theresa decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. She was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. She tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Sandro, without a doubt, and he sounded agitated.
She got out of bed with some difficulty before padding to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out his voice.

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Sandro telah membuat baik pada janjinya dan telah terdaftar bantuan Lisa dan Phumsile di dalam memastikan bahwa dia mengambil vitamin nya dan beristirahat cukup... tapi itu adalah satu-satunya janji yang ia terus. Bulan berlalu dengan nyaris tanpa kata dari padanya, gantinya nya, beberapa yang datang, bergegas dan impersonal dan nyaris tidak berlangsung tiga menit setiap kali. Ketika Theresa mencoba untuk menghubungi dia, ia tidak pernah tersedia, atau jadi perempuan dingin suara-suara di ujung baris mengatakan kepadanya. Dia tidak memiliki pilihan tetapi untuk mengambil mereka kata mereka.Dia terus melacak yang Sandro's gerakan melalui Berita; online, televisi dan dicetak, kematian ayahnya dan Sandro's berikutnya mengambil alih kerajaan itu cukup panas Berita dan nyaris tidak satu hari berlalu bahwa itu tidak di sebutkan dalam beberapa bentuk berita. Telah ada paparazzi liputan pemakaman, meskipun larangan media keluarga telah meletakkan di persidangan, beberapa fotografer pemberani berhasil untuk mendapatkan gambaran Sandro berdiri atas kuburan terbuka ayahnya, wajahnya ditutup naik tighter daripada fist, diapit oleh ibunya dan Francesca yang telah berdiri dengan tangannya tenun melalui lengan, menawarkan dukungan seorang kekasih , dukungan istri akan menawarkan. Banyak telah ditulis tentang foto itu, banyak kritik sinis telah ditujukan nya dingin, absen istri dan banyak pujian untuk stoic Francesca yang berdiri bersama dengan dia melalui tebal dan tipis.Ada kabar mengenai kehamilan sulit yang membuat perjalanan hampir mustahil baginya. Beberapa wartawan setempat telah menghubungi dia, keinginan dia "sisi cerita" dan menolak diwawancarai atau menawarkan setiap komentar hanya menambahkan bensin ke pakan bahwa dia tidak berperasaan dan dingin. Media, ketika diberi kebebasan, yang kejam. Untuk sebagian besar mereka meninggalkannya sendirian, konten untuk menulis apa yang mereka inginkan dan di setiap artikel yang indah, Francesca lincah adalah dipuji untuk dukungan padanya teguh dan penuh kasih, sementara "polos dan anti-sosial" Theresa dikritik untuk mengabaikan dia tampak suaminya dalam waktu kebutuhan.Dia menghela napas diam-diam, karena Ia menatap deras, hilang Sandro begitu banyak sakit dan berharap bahwa ia hanya bisa berbicara dengannya. Bayi pindah gelisah dan dia meringis sedikit seperti kaki kecil menangkap dia di bawah tulang rusuk. Dia menyanyikan lagu pengantar tidur tenang dan berlari tangannya gundukan dari perutnya. Dia merasa dia beban lebih dan lebih dengan setiap harinya dan semakin semakin sulit hanya untuk membuatnya melalui hari."Theresa?" Suara yang tenang yang datang dari belakang dia membuatnya melompat hampir keluar dari kulitnya, dan dia yelped sebelum beralih ke wajah Lisa dan Rick keduanya berdiri dibingkai dalam pintu den."Tuhan, kau membuatku kaget," dia terkesiap seperti mereka melangkah ke ruang, tidak retak senyum, keduanya tampak tanpa henti muram. "Apa salah? Memiliki sesuatu yang terjadi?". "Terri... kita harus membuat Anda keluar dari sini," Lisa kata mendesak, pembulatan sofa untuk berdiri di depannya."Apa? Kenapa?""Kami akan menjelaskan sekali kita tidak cukup di sini...""Tidak," ia menggelengkan kepalanya keras kepala. "Katakan sekarang. Itu Sandro? Dia terluka?""Dia akan sekali saya bisa dilakukan dengan dia," Rick tiba-tiba mengancam di marah."Rick, tidak sekarang," Lisa mengerang dan mata Theresa menetap pada pria muram yang dihadapi dalam kebingungan."Aku tidak mengerti..." pandangan matanya bingung pergi dari ungkapan panik Lisa Rick marah satu." Apa yang terjadi?""Sebuah cerita hanya bangkrut di Surat Kabar Eropa...""Apa cerita?" Dia bertanya dengan bingung dan Rick bersumpah lembut."Sayang kita bisa mendiskusikan hal ini kemudian, karena sekarang kita harus meninggalkan sebelum anak Rajawali turun.""Tidak, Rick," dia dipertahankan keras kepala. "Aku tidak akan meninggalkan rumah saya tanpa alasan." Rick rahang mengepalkan dan ekspresi jelas memberi jauh frustrasi dengannya."Terri mereka mengatakan bahwa Sandro diperas menjadi menikah Anda. Bahwa ia melakukannya untuk ayahnya. Mereka juga mengatakan bahwa sumber yang dekat dengan keluarga mengklaim bahwa karena Sandro tidak memiliki alasan untuk menjadi dengan Anda lagi dia akan mengajukan cerai segera setelah ia mendapat kembali.""Saya tidak pernah berpikir itu," Theresa setengah-berbisik kepada dirinya sendiri. "Tentu saja dia gratis sekarang. Itulah mungkin mengapa saya pernah mendengar dari dia, dia telah sibuk perencanaan ini... Aku harus menyadari bahwa ia pasti menginginkan hal itu. Saya harus melihat ini datang."“Theresa, don’t you dare beat yourself up about it. If the divorce rumours are true then he’s a bastard for abandoning his pregnant wife when she needs him most,” Rick fumed.“No, I’m happy for him. He was trapped…” she was so dazed, she barely realised what she was saying and Rick swore in disbelief.“My God, it’s like you have battered wife syndrome. Stop making excuses for him, he’s an ass who hurt you time and again.” When it looked like she was about to protest, Lisa stepped forward.“Come on, darling, let’s get you packed up and out of here,” her cousin took charge, grabbing hold of Theresa’s arm and jerking her out of her stupor. Lisa steered her out of the room, tossing a warning look over her shoulder when it looked like Rick wanted to say something more. After getting settled at Rick and Lisa’s, Theresa decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. She was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. She tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Sandro, without a doubt, and he sounded agitated.She got out of bed with some difficulty before padding to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out his voice.