CHAPTER FIVE: He knows

 He knew, he knew she was going to marry Piere.

"Do you know, do you know?" You ... do you know I'm going to marry him? She asked in a broken voice.

"Ana, there isn't a single detail about you that I don't know," he murmured through clenched teeth, taking his eyes off her and looking down the street. "What bothers me is that it is precisely with him, and that you come here to tell me me to sign your divorce. It's practically an infidelity! “ He spoke so hard that she gathered herself so much that her galdo body stuck to the door. Antoine was angry. "Have you slept with him?" Have you already given him what belongs to me?

"I don't belong to you!" I'm not yours!

"You married me, damn it!" I am your husband!

"Only on paper!" His voice was squeaky and weak, just as she felt those words. Even if it was only on paper, she had felt his wife from the first moment she saw him.

She had fallen in love with him in a matter of seconds.

Antonio approached her and placed his hand on her neck. The heat filled his body and he shuddered.

"What ... what are you doing?" “he did not answer. She dedicated herself to slowly approaching and making her heart race. "Antoine ..." she whispered, her green eyes gazing at the man she had once loved with all her heart, and now only despised.

At least that's what she wanted, but she realized that the feelings were there.

Antoine put his lips to Annette's neck, the car began to move, but she did not pay attention, she was too attentive to his lips on her neck.

"Antoine ..." she whispered his name again, she didn't have the strength for more, her hands tightened on the fabric of her blouse, she couldn't raise them and push him away, or perhaps, it was her body that didn't want to move them and push them away. “please.

She had no strength to refute him or to move, she couldn't get rid of him because she wanted him there, she wanted him to love her body and soul as she had loved him as she still loved him

There were two kinds of love in life: one was that that made him feel the fire inside, that that made him believe that everything was possible, that he did not leave time for anything else, only a bubble of carnal and pure desire, one with whom he could share every detail of his life without tiring of talking, one with whom he could run in the rain without bothering himself. That love came unexpectedly, when it was least expected. Then there was the other, the one who understood her, who valued her for who she was, a love that did not give up, that did not move away no matter how many obstacles it encountered along the way, a strong love that no one could overthrow or pierce, built on a foundation of trust and affection.

She did not know, even after everything that had happened, what kind of love Antoine was in her life.

But she was sure that it was one that had already lost its way and did not belong to her, perhaps it never did.

“Please do not do it. Stop. I beg you. She was starting to get mad at herself, it wasn't fair to stay so quiet and let him get close like that.

She couldn't be that weak about him.

Not after learning that Antoine only used her to stay with her father's company.

"What am I not doing, my beautiful wife?" What do you want me not to do? He began to leave kisses on her neck, moving up her ear and gently biting her skin. A chill shot up from his feet to his head, shaking his body and causing him to tremble gently. "Why don't you want me to?" Are you afraid to realize that you really don't want to be with that man? He only took advantage of your innocence, he took advantage of the fact that you were alone and sad. I don't know what he did or what he said ...

"No, Antoine, you took advantage of mine and I'm still here. I want to finish this. Let me finish this and get away from you. I need to get away from you."

He did not move away from her body, he did not look at her with anger when he heard those words, he stayed there and for a second Annette's breath caught.

Maybe he had already understood that he should let her go.

Inside his suitcase he carried the envelope with the documents. If I could open the door, I could ...

But she stopped when she heard Antoine's thick and deep voice.

"Stay with me for a week." Give us what belongs to us, give us what you denied us on our wedding night. Just one week and I'll sign your divorce.

He began to kiss her jaw, his lips felt it all over her body, although she knew they were only on his face, she parted hers, eager for Antoine's warmth to come there.

She was willing to let him pass the thin barrier that she had worked for so many months.

Time seemed to vanish and only the two of them were left in that car seat.

Only they existed and he did not know how to reposition the barrier that with so much pain he had created between them.

"Tell me, my precious little spider ... are you going to grant us this week?"

OMG! She couldn't even think when he was so close. He had a pressure in his chest that made it difficult to breathe, all of it made his life difficult.

Spiderling.

He had given her that nickname ever since he saw her climb an apple tree on their first date in the country.

She hadn't been ashamed of him. From the first moment, he felt that he had known him all his life.

Annette had lived a different life than other women had. One that she was happy and content with. Away from all the hustle and bustle of the city, far from the lights of the cars and the deafening sound of the horns, far from the human smoke of Paris.

Away from people like Antoine's family.

Away from people like himself.

She liked the tranquility, walking in the park, enjoying putting her feet in the lake near her house, walking at midnight looking at the stars without fear that someone would approach her to assault her.

She liked the tranquility of her hometown.

There she wanted to return.

Away from Antoine and his wealth. One that had only brought disgrace to her life.

"What do you say, little spider?" “ The car stopped and she looked at Francoise in the rearview mirror, he was confused on the street, on driving, it had always been like that, no matter what they did behind, he would always keep his eyes forward.

What Antoine was proposing was crazy, it was absurd. She had not come with the intention of spending even a week in Bordeaux.

All she wanted was to go home and hide behind the covers, with her puppy Paco, while she cried inconsolably.

She was going to cry when her divorce was official.

Because he loved Antoine with his life.

Not.

She couldn't give him a week.

"Yes ..." instead was the answer that came out of her mouth