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He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 10
Sterling didn't go back to Sicily right away. The next day, he checked into my hotel.When I went down for breakfast, he was already sitting by the window in the restaurant, and the coffee and breakfast I used to love were waiting on the table."Come here."I ignored him and took a seat at another table.A few minutes later, he brought everything over anyway."Your stomach's sensitive. Don't drink coffee before you've eaten."I looked up at him. "Did you come all the way here just to watch me eat?""I came to take you home.""I told you, I'm not going back."Sterling's face stiffened.Just then, Orlando walked in carrying a big paper bag."Morning."He saw Sterling but didn't break stride. He just sat down right next to me.Sterling's expression soured instantly. "What are you doing here?"Orlando glanced at him."I'm staying at this hotel.""I mean, what are you doing at this table?"Orlando smiled. "Having breakfast with Ophelia."Sterling's fingers tightened around his cup.I frowne
He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 9
The day Sterling arrived in Quebec, I'd just come out of a gallery.Orlando had been called away to meet a client, so I was walking back to the hotel alone with two freshly framed paintings in my arms.I'd just crossed the street when a black car pulled up in front of me.The door opened and Sterling got out. I stopped in my tracks.He looked a lot more tired than he had two weeks earlier. There was dark stubble on his jaw, and his eyes were bloodshot.But the first thing out of his mouth was the same as always. "Haven't you made enough of a scene?"I was so angry I almost laughed.Sterling walked up to me, his eyes on the frames."You really did start painting again?""Is that so surprising?"He was quiet for a moment, then reached to take them."Give them to me."I stepped out of reach, and his hand froze in midair. "Ophelia.""I can carry my own things."Sterling's jaw tightened, but he kept his temper in check."Go back to the hotel and pack. The jet's at the airport. You're coming
He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 8
Over the next few days, I went out to paint almost every day.The Old Town, the river, the woods.One day I got caught in a heavy snowstorm and ducked into a used bookstore with my sketchboard. While I waited it out, I sketched an old woman reading by the window.The owner stood beside me, completely absorbed. As I was leaving, he suddenly asked, "Is this one for sale?"I was startled. "You want to buy it?""My wife used to love sitting in that very spot." The old man smiled. "The woman in your painting reminds me of her."In the end, the painting sold for 200 Canadian dollars. It wasn't much, but I held those two bills up against the sky and stared at them for a long time.When Orlando came back that night, I slapped the money down in front of him."Dinner's on me."He raised an eyebrow. "Win the lottery?""I earned it."He sat up straight. "You sold a painting?"I nodded excitedly, and Orlando immediately held out his hand, palm up. "Then I want the most expensive thing on the menu!"
He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 7
On my eighth morning in Quebec, I was painting the snow in a park.When my phone rang, I thought it was Orlando. I answered without looking, but the voice on the other end was one I knew too well."Ophelia."My brush stopped.I had no idea whose phone Sterling was calling from."What do you want?"The line went quiet for a few seconds. Maybe my voice was too calm. He seemed at a loss for words.Finally he asked, "Where are you?""That's none of your business.""Send me the address."I frowned. "Why?""I'm coming to get you."He said it so casually, as if I'd only left home for a week to clear my head.I looked down and kept mixing my colors. "I'm not coming back."Sterling's voice turned hard. "Haven't you made enough of a scene? Running off that far, and on Orlando's plane, no less. Ophelia, do you know what people are saying?"I laughed. "Since when have you cared what people say?""I care who you're with."His tone sharpened. "What gives Orlando the right to take you away? Since whe
He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 6
When I made the first stroke, my hand felt a little stiff.It had been too long. The line came out badly crooked. I frowned, erased it, and started over.Orlando knew better than to hover. He set up my supplies and went off to work, but not before calling back, "I'll be back at noon to check your homework."I snorted. "Who said you get to check?""Your sponsor." He didn't even turn around. "I paid for the supplies."I grabbed an eraser and threw it at him, and he caught it, laughing.Once the door closed, the suite went quiet.I sat by the window and slowly sketched the rooftops across the street.At first I kept stopping, but then I went faster and faster. By the time Orlando came back for lunch, I didn't even hear the door open.I didn't look up until he set a hot cup of coffee down by my hand."What time is it?""Two."I blinked.Orlando looked down at the sketchboard."Not bad.""Don't flatter me.""Really, it's good." He turned the board around and studied it for a while. "Way bet
He Traded Our Marriage for Port Rights, so I Left Sicily Chapter 5
There was a loud crash.Sterling had swept everything off his desk."She had the nerve to run off with another man?"Phil was too scared to say anything.Sterling's expression was thunderous. He repeated Orlando's name through gritted teeth.Ophelia was his wife. How dare she get on another man's private jet and stay gone for seven days?But once the rage passed, he calmed down quickly.It wasn't possible.Ophelia had loved him for so many years. Just having Ilona around had been enough to hurt her that badly. There was no way she'd turn around and fall for someone else.Who was Orlando, anyway?She was probably so angry that she'd found someone to leave with on purpose, just to make him jealous.At the thought, Sterling let out a scornful laugh."Leave it. Once she's done throwing her fit, she'll come back on her own."But that night, he still rounded up a group of men and went to the club to drink.He drank one glass after another, but his irritation wouldn't fade.The private room w
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