CHAPTER THREE: Nothing had changed

Ana didn't think twice, Antoine's eyes were twinkling. He was beginning to lose patience, he was a man of arms to take and if she did not get into the limousine, easily, he could carry her and put her inside, put the belt on him and sit next to her as if nothing had happened.

He looked everywhere, people passed him without noticing the uncertainty that was taking over his being.

"I have a hotel reservation, I'm not going to go with you, if you like, you can leave me there, but I'm not going to wake up with you, Antoine".

"One thing is what you want, little one and another is what will really be done." You're wasting my time. You already know that my time is money.

“Yes, I know. It's the only thing you think about. You have to learn to stop trying to manage the lives of others, “ she commented annoyed and defeated. She did not want to make a scene, she was not that kind of woman, that is why it irritated her having to give in to Antoine “ because that is what you do, you want to manage everyone's life as you wish, to your liking, for what suits you , always looking for your own benefit.

"Ana, don't make me lose my patience." You know very well that I have it with you but you are one step away from making me put you in the limo and do whatever I want with you.

“You are not like that. At least the man I met eight months ago was not like that, he was a delicate man. what happened?

What was showing himself as he was, he presented himself to her as the real Antoine and not as the man who had tried to woo her, seduce her, woo her.

Not the one she had dreamed of so many times, many late nights, thinking about him day after day, the one who had taken her on vacation to Venice, the one who had laughed with her father at his bad jokes, the one who had put a ring on her with a huge stone in his hand, the same color as her eyes, and he had promised to love her for life, smiling into her face as the priest spoke the words.

Her Antoine and the one in front of her were two totally different versions, different from each other, but her friend Pierre had told her, he had repeated it to her and she had not believed him. She thought that he was jealous, although she did not understand why if their relationship had been based simply on a simple and sincere friendship, but something told her that Pierre was after something else and slowly she began to realize that he was right.

She heard it with her own ears, when she faced him head-on and told him what she had heard from Pierre and Maya.

Antoine, he didn't deny it.

"Drop me off at the hotel," he finally told her, as he got into the limo and sat cross-legged.

She left the suitcase on the pavement and looking at Antoine, he said:

"Please put the suitcase in the cart," with feigned indifference.

She could not fall into his arms again, she could not be seduced by his beautiful gray eyes, she must have been pragmatic and realistic, her situation was not the most perfect at that moment and her brain and heart, she had different ideas about her relationship with Antoine: her heart was crying out for her to listen to him, to give him a second chance, because she loved him, even after all this, she should recognize that she still had very strong feelings for her husband.

Although he despised her, Although for him she was nothing more than a doll, a trophy, a plus in his negotiation for the company that of her father.

It was like the game of: buy a company and get a wife for free.

She had fallen into the trap and now she would regret for the rest of her life that she had trusted the wrong man.

With Pierre, she did not have to worry, it could just be her, he did not correct anything, did not criticize her actions, did not tell her which clothes were best to wear, he was always willing to take her wherever she wanted, not with the amount of luxuries that Antonio could offer, but she had never been interested in money, much less if it was not her own money. So with Pierre she believed she could be happy. she did not love him. That was clear and accepted. But she had always heard that respect and concern and empathy came first, and love would be cultivated for years to come.

She had learned to survive after the death of her mother, with few things, not because her father could not provide her with a better future, not because she did not have the best financial situation, but because Annette was always independent, and believing that she could continue her values ​​and principles faithfully, she did not need any man to be happy, although when she met Antonio, her whole world was stirred, her legs began to float in a cloud of love and desire, and upon discovering his betrayal he had fallen from on high and struck the pavement.

He did not love her and he never loved her it was simply a means to an end.

Which is why she was eager for him to sign her divorce and to walk away and leave Antoine in her past, once and for all.