For divorce

There was trouble.

Diana woke up the next morning feeling nervous. She had confessed unwillingly under his extreme sensual torture. She could not believe she had admitted that she was responsible.

When her eyes flew open, Diana knew Matteo was home. It was confusing. She looked at the time; it was eight in the morning. She did not want to face her husband nor did she want to go upstairs but there was no choice. Besides, she was already feeling self conscious. Her skimpy night dress left little to the imagination.

She reluctantly went upstairs. She found the bed empty but Matteo was standing beside it yawning and stretching away the hold of sleep.

Diana looked at Matteo in awe. His muscles were perfect, he worked out his legs also. She could see the veins popping out of his thighs, calves and feet. His sleepy bed hair was rough and tousled.

She fantasized running her fingers through his hair.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Matteo asked playfully.

Diana was puzzled by his jovial behav