looking at him; her expression told him she was in another world. But at least she was trying to share it with him. Funny how theyâd never really talked, either of them, never delved deeply enough to find out what made each other tick.
Too busy making love, discovering each other physically to begin with. And then, after the initial honeymoon stage, heâd been too busy. Full-stop.
Not sure that he should want to, but feeling driven to know, Jake asked, âAnd what was that?â
Christmas every day of the year? Everything her deprived childhood had seemingly put out of reach? Designer clothes, jewels, fast cars and slow, sybaritic holidays in far-flung places?
Heaven knew, sheâd earned enough in her own right to indulge every whim, and the Docklands home heâd provided on their marriage had been glamorous enough to negate the memories of any number of back-street flats.
Yet it hadnât been enough. His love hadnât been enough. Being his wife, in spite of all the financial advantagesâlike not having to work for her extremely comfortable livingâhad become a bore. So much so that she had sought forbidden excitement with her former lover.
Bella, glancing across at him between dark and tangled lashes, saw the ferocity darkening his face and made up her mind. Conscious, suddenly, that she was in danger of snapping the stern of her glass, she made herself loosen up, unknotting her fingers and lifting the brimming glass to her mouth.
Theyâd agreed not to raise any contentious spectres from the pastâbut it might dent his huge ego, and certainly wouldnât hurt him, to know that one of the things she had most wantedânot the most important, but important neverthelessâwas something else heâd resolutely refused to give her. She had nothing to lose because sheâd already lost everything that mattered to her.
âI did tell you once, but I guess you didnât listen. You never listened to what I said if it wasnât what you wanted to hear. Eventually I stopped saying anything important.â She looked him straight in the eye and knew a momentâs vindication when she watched his dark brows pull down as her shot hit home.
She gave a small shrug, slender shoulders lifting elegantly beneath the beautifully styled white jacket. âI wanted a proper home and a loving family to share it with,â she said with a touch of cool defiance.
She looked at her empty glass with a glimmer of surprise and put it down. Swallowing wine as if it were water wouldnât help. She sat rigidly upright in her chair, her hands knotted in her lap, and added, âNothing grand, just a homey place with a garden, and fields and woods around for the children to play in.â And a husband who was home, sharing the ups and downs of family life, the two of them growing closer as the years went by, not further and further apart until they were like strangers.
She frowned unconsciously, and tacked on tartly, âNo grimy backstreets, litter and graffiti everywhereâsome place where it was safe to walk, with fresh air to breathe. A modest enough dream, but one I valued.â
Sheâd said enough. Perhaps too much. The silence from him was like a shock. But, oddly, she felt unburdened, lighter. She wasnât so self-centred that his refusal to even think about the occasional suggestions sheâd made regarding a future move out of the City would have made her decide their marriage wasnât worth keeping.
But she wouldnât think about that; she couldnât afford to. Dwelling on what had gone so badly wrong wouldnât help her to get through the next few days, or keep up the pretence that they were mere acquaintances.
She swept to her feet and began to gather the lunch things together, and told him politely, very politely, âIâll clear away. Would you mind fixing the star to the top of the tree? I couldnât reach.â
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