CHAPTER FOUR: She was a dream

Antoine bourdeu

Antoine got into the limousine and sat next to his wife. She could say what she wanted, scream, jump, kick, but at the end of it all, on paper, in front of church and in front of her family, Annette was still his wife. The woman who had left him on his wedding day, but his wife nonetheless.

He unbuttoned the button on his jacket to make himself a little more comfortable. Being locked in a limo with Annette after six long months without seeing her was just chaotic.

Antoine had always been a calculating man, square as his younger brother Joseph used to say.

I did not understand how people could change their minds overnight, how they could say that they liked something and the next day say that they no longer find it attractive. Changing his mind was not in his plans, once an idea had been created and developed in his brain and he understood that it was the right thing, what was convenient for him, not even with a knife in his heart they could get that idea out of him. become intrinsic in his being.

He was not changeable, he was not changeable.

If he liked something, he took it regardless of the media or what they will say.

If he wanted to buy a new car, he did.

There were vanalities with which he was not wasting his time, nor his money.

When he first saw Annette, his heart immediately told him that he wanted her, even if it wasn't for a definite time. As time passed, when he met her, he immediately realized that she was a quiet village girl, that she did not have that malice that characterized all the women with whom he had been involved, she did not have the need to get money at all costs .

Annette hadn't been like that, at least not until she discovered her true personality and her true face.

“Where we go? Asked his driver. Francois had been working for him a long time, long enough to know when he was torn between one place and another. He was discreet, silent and never questioned or went out to murmur and comment on what he saw or heard.

Once she was in the limo, he began to believe that everything would be easier. He just wanted to convince her that she should obey her role as a wife. Respect the role after she had signed and accepted upon marriage.

He glanced at her to confirm if he had put on a seat belt, because being a businessman known and recognized throughout the country and the world, it could always be the case of being in danger from people who did not share his opinion, or that he didn't like his job. Therefore, given the circumstance of leading a relatively public life, he liked everything to be safe for him and those around him.

He owned the main airport in France and was in the process of creating a highway to make it easier to get from one point to another within the same country.

It could be said, according to journalists and news media, that Antoine was definitely and without a doubt one of the most powerful and important men in France.

"Good morning, Francoise, I'm sorry I didn't say hello to you earlier." I'm surprised they came looking for me, ”his wife excused herself, as she addressed her driver. "How are Maria and Mandy doing?" I imagine they already know enough. She didn't have that steely tone of voice she used with him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Annette." I'm glad to have her here again. —Francois since he met Annette, he always had that closeness and camaraderie. “ My daughters granddaughters are very well. You are always so cute and interested in them.

Jealousy of a man in his sixties, with a mustache, gray hair and a nose a bit lopsided by age?

It was not possible.

But she had never liked the way they treated each other, as if they had known each other forever, as if getting on with Annette was the easiest thing to do.

That had never been with him with her, at least not that easy.

He'd had to lower his guard a bit to understand that his wife was that nice to everyone.

It was simple and simple, it was easy to love, she could afford to develop a conversation with a perfect stranger without any inconvenience, at least that's how she remembered it. He hadn't heard from her for six long and eternal months. Although he was keeping an eye on her and although he knew her every move, she had not approached her.

He had sent him the divorce documents, which he rebounded and ignored him, he told the lawyer that, unless his wife was to speak to him directly, he would not sign such a thing no matter how much they sent it.

He would never consider signing papers without first talking to Ana and he had no intention of separating from his wife.

Divorcing after being married before a priest, before the church and his family, was simply something neither of the Bourdeus would consider.

It was a disgrace.

His mother Cecile, from childhood to him and his brother Joseph, had instilled in them that the day they decided to marry, that day they would agree to maintain the bond of union for life.

From there, Antoine began to calculate, to think about who to be with, and he told himself that when he was sure that he had found the woman who would not cause him problems, a woman who would be understandable and possibly support him in each of his decisions would be proud to bear the surname Bourdeu, that day that he got a relationship with such a woman, he would be united in sacred marriage for the rest of his life.

"Let's go to my house," he told Francois before jealousy made him hit the poor chauffeur.

"I told you I'm not going with you." “ He heard Annette say immediately “ Fran, please take me to the hotel ...

"It doesn't do what you say in my limo." This is my car, you will know what to do: you can get off and stay in the middle of the airport or you can come with me to the apartment where you were supposed to live with me.

"Don't start with that." It is no longer necessary “ she told him, and noticed how her mouth became a fine line from squeezing it so much. She was angry. “ I can take a fucking taxi and get to the hotel where I'm going to stay. You don't scare me, Antoine. I am not afraid of you.

"But you need me."

Annette, throughout the two months that they lasted together, getting to know each other, realizing that they could be more emotionally attached than with anyone else, Antoine realized that few things upset his wife.

So far, the only thing that made her out of her boxes and lose her temper was himself.

He had the power, without meaning to or seeking it, the ability to upset her.

Just like she could drive him crazy just by giving him a look with her emerald eyes.

"You're not the only one with a vehicle!" I can get to the hotel alone. She touched the bridge of her nose, squeezing it gently. "I'm trying to handle this separation as well as possible." I want to continue with my life. I want to leave you in the past. Where you belong

His words penetrated deep inside her. He wanted to kiss her, to possess her, right there in the back of the limo. She wanted to make him forget all those stupid ideas that had gotten into his little head of gold”colored laughs.

But he did not succumb.

Instead, he decided to get straight to the point. To which it proved nausea and migraine.

"A few months ago it was you and me against the world and what they will say." I gave you everything I could to make you happy. Although I didn't have enough time, I was trying, I took you on a trip when I couldn't put off work. "He held her jaw and saw her eyes widen surprised by his hasty gesture." Do you love Pierre so much? Do you think I don't know that you want to divorce me so that you can marry him? You're screwed if you think you're going to walk away from me so easily

Annette's mouth formed a perfect o.

“Me..

“You're my wife! Not that way. Live with me, you are and you will continue to be until you give me the damn desire to sign your divorce.