All Chapters of The Legal Wife's Return: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Was Marc pretending? I asked myself after returning to our apartment or was he merely blocking out certain memories because he preferred not to remember them? It was impossible, I admitted reluctantly that he was hoping that he could Wipeout the past. He might believe that if he could get me to see him often enough, I would gradually forget what had happened. And it was coming through just like he wanted. Wasn't I getting a little soft-hearted towards him. I thought admitting it myself. I must remind myself of the anger that I had for Marc and it shot up like Mercury inside me. If he was pretending he was a lying swine, I thought furiously.I told myself the tenth time that day that I will not go and visit him I would stay away from him from now on and tell Cathy that the game was over. But in the end, I went ridiculing myself for my weakness arguing with myself every inch of the way to the hospital. Even as I stood outside his room I hesitated. I was several hours late from the tim

The next day I was on my way with Marc in the car and the nurse who accompanied us was a woman of fifty, her comfortable body seated in her blue uniform her shoes were very formal but she was very stern with Marc. And I was very pleased with Cathy's arrangement as I had never expected her to act immediately. Marc looked at me as the nurse was put into another car which followed us along. “ I have to thank you for my new nurse, I gather, or was mom making that up?” I lifted my chin in defense not letting him see how pleased I was and said. “I don't know what you're talking about.” I lied, and he gave me a quick glittering smile. “No !” He exclaimed.I gazed looking out of the window and his hand covered my own but I did not say anything to him and stared continuously out of the window. But when his hand held mine a shiver ran through my whole body. For a few breathtaking minutes we just sat like that but my body was responding in quite a different manner. His touch was enough to bri

  After Mathias left I was so relaxed that I wanted to go and lie down as I too overwhelmed but Ria was still there with me so I couldn't ignore her.   Ria looked at me with concern and asked. “So, while you're here who is taking care of Tio.” “Well my aunt is there, so I've left him in her care, but Don goes there every day to check him out.” I felt something tickle inside me as I could see Ria was genuinely concerned about my son. “Don?” Ria looked at me with a confused expression. “I am so sorry”, I said looking at Ria’s confused face, I added after a moment's pause.” I don't know how much your mother has told you , but Don is the man I am going to get married to. That is why I've asked Marc for a divorce. Tio is staying with my aunt. While I am here in Piemonte, Don has promised to take care of him while I'm away. They see each other quite often so Tio is comfortable with him.” “ I see”, Ria said quietly. “Mom had

I put my hands against his shoulders fighting to be free from him refusing to let him overpower me and at last he allowed me and I pulled away. I was breathing very heavily and trembling away I looked at his eyes.   And I knew it, Marc had it back.   “When did you remember?”   “After your first visit to the hospital,” he said coolly and that took my breath away I stayed still. “I fooled you ! My dear Carmen you should have been an actress. “He said totally ignoring me. “ I am not like you Marc.” I snapped back. “I did everything, feeling sorry for you and your mother had convinced me that you were dying. “Then I turned towards him angrily and said. “Your mother was involved in this plan isn’t it?” I was very distressed to think about Cathy's betrayal. I could sense that he was hesitating in replying, I could see he was contemplating whether to lie to me or not but his eyes met mine and the answer

  “We ought to introduce yourself. I am Eric Kent.” “Carmen White,” I told him flatly.   I smiled at him and observed him keenly just to make sure that he can be trusted. For I have to find someone who would help me to escape.   He moved ahead and opened the door of the car, I climbed into it and he joined me. He started the car and we drove forward. “What are you doing in this estate?” I asked him curiously as I looked ahead. “I am botanist,” he said glancing at me.   I was shocked. “Really!”   A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Why do people always respond like that I wonder? What's strange about the study of plants?” “Is that what you're doing here? Studying the vineyard?” “I am making a tour of the Italian suburbs observing plants, he said “It is actually a Ph.D. stuff. I am doing a thesis on different species of plants found here.”