Even when he heard a sound behind him, he did not turn round. Roman remained immobile looking out of his study window staring unseeingly at the vast expanse of his vineyard which stretched out like green velvet, unveiling the hills giving the illusion of endless lawn all the way to the horizon. Nothing stirred inside him at the spectacular view; it seemed like his life had tethered on a precarious balance.
He’d been the one to call Demetria to tell her that he had misunderstood his wife and that she was back in his home. Of course he never mentioned the vile ploys he had devised to blackmail her back. Dem was surely to go against him if she ever heard of how she had mistreated Alina.
Playing the unscrupulous victim to Dem had gotten him exactly what he wanted. The latter had left her ch
