But then why did he marry me? None of his actions really make sense to me. I should just give up trying to understand that man, because I clearly didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I need to move on and embrace my new-found freedom. I go change into my nightie and go back downstairs and meet Zander in the lounge.
We sat in front of the fire and sipped champagne and chatted some more. I am beginning to realize that we could’ve been great friends all these years. I still don’t know why he never spoke to me back then. I tried a few times, but he was so quiet and aloof. But it doesn’t matter, he is in my life now and the timing is just perfect.
By late evening, we had both had way too much to drink. He helped me to bed, while I giggled and fell around. When he tried to lay me down,
