André checked out of the hotel alone and made his way home, to face his raging wife. But more than guilt, he was filled with regret. Dianne was a beautiful and elegant woman. But she was not the woman he had fallen in love with anymore.
Maybe what they say is right. Women do change after marriage, he thought sourly. But a part of him knew that if he had stayed back in France, he and Dianne would have led a peaceful and complete life, devoid of the turmoils they faced now. But Amber was different. She had her own demons to deal with. She wasn't pure or innocent; she didn't need to be protected from the world like Dianne had to be. She was independent and strong, she played the game well, with her - André felt alive, like he could take on the world.
Dianne Dufort was in a foul mood. And ri
