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224 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2021


Never late anymore, but neither was she spontaneous. Exuberant expressions of affection had disappeared along with her spontaneity.
Six months pregnant with their second child, the leggy brunette was more beautiful than the day they married.
“But Alexandros has never been the protective and considerate husband to me that Petros is to Corrina.”
Stacia managed to look both offended and satisfied at the same time. His mother’s expression showed offence and concern, but it was Corrina’s reaction that struck him like a blow to his ego. She looked at Pollyanna with undisguised pity. And his brother?
“This is family. You should be able to speak your mind.” The scoffing sound that came from his wife’s direction was surprising only in that she’d stopped making commentary on his family a long time ago.
“Maybe. Being considerate means noticing how the decisions you make affect others, and I think you’re really bad at that.”
“Of course you didn’t, and if you had? You would not have cared. Never once, in our entire five years of marriage, have you ever made a decision with my happiness, or even my well-being at the forefront of your mind. A bad husband? No, you’re not a bad husband. You’re a terrible husband.”
“Why don’t you call me Andros anymore?” “Andros was the man I fell in love with,” she said in a voice that sounded more asleep than awake. “And who is Alexandros?” “The man I married.”
Besides the nursery, it was the only room that had any stamp of Polly’s personality and preference for comfort and warm colors in it. The rest of the mansion they called a home looked like a high-end modern hotel.
“Or how much she enjoyed my discomfort.” He frowned. “I’m sure that is not true.”
She and her daughter Stacia had done their best to make Polly feel like the outsider she was, making sure those in their circle treated her with the same disdain they did.
Because she kept expecting him to treat her like he loved her. She didn’t have those expectations any longer.
Her husband, she had learned not to trust. “Yes, you do.” “Yes, I do,” she admitted. “I call you Anna.” “Yes.” “You do not like it.” “It is not my name.” “It is a nickname.” “That your mother finds more acceptable than my real name. Yes, I know.”
But then, when had Polly’s wants, or even needs, ever trumped his mother’s? Never, that was when.
No man who loved her would treat her the way that Alexandros had since their marriage and her move to Greece. The very fact he’d insisted on moving into his family home, one they had had to share with the two wicked witches, showed just how little her feelings had mattered to him.
“I don’t know why everyone has to rub in the fact that my husband doesn’t care enough about me to take even the most rudimentary care! Don’t you think I know that? I’m doing the best I can.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? I just don’t understand.”
Sitting up straight, her body rigid with stress, she accused, “You’ve taken a pillow friend. That’s what you Greek tycoons call them, isn’t it? You’ve got a mistress and you don’t want me to divorce you when I find out!”
“Your sister warned me, but I thought she was talking nonsense. Trying to hurt me like she found such sport back when I used to let her get to me.”
“A man does not treat a woman the way you’ve treated me when he’s in love with her.” Pollyanna sounded so certain in her own mind, so sure of her interpretation of the years of their marriage he knew denial would be useless.
He never broke his word on purpose. She didn’t trust him, not because she thought he lied to get what he wanted but because he lied without meaning to, and that was in her view even more dangerous.
It had taken a while for both Polly and Athena to realize that Athena’s attempt at excluding Polly from her social circle had backfired on her.
“You never cared before. I don’t understand why you’re acting like the fact your wife and I don’t like each other matters to you now.” Stacia’s petulant attitude wasn’t going to do her any favors with the man who was already angry.
“Do you like the charity work?” he asked for the first time ever. “You mean my job as your wife?” Because that’s what it was.
“Is that how you see it?” “What else? You even give performance reviews,” she teased.
She’d withheld her naturally affectionate nature because she had no longer been sure of him.
“I’m pretty sure that if you loved me, you wouldn’t have been so content to be away from me so much. You wouldn’t have expected me to do whatever your mother wanted, no matter how miserable it made me.”
“When you love someone, you consider their needs, their wants, their comfort. You want to protect them and make their life better for them.”
“I love you now.” “Perhaps you do, but you are no longer in love with me. The stars…” He stopped, swallowed, then continued. “They are gone.”
“But Alexandros has never been the protective and considerate husband to me that Petros is to Corrina.”
A bad husband? No, you’re not a bad husband. You’re a terrible husband.”
But then, when had Polly’s wants, or even needs, ever trumped his mother’s? Never, that was when.
“When you love someone, you consider their needs, their wants, their comfort. You want to protect them and make their life better for them.”
“You do not think I feel any of these things for you, harbor any of these desires?”
“So long as you are not inconvenienced, maybe.”