The Greek's Marriage Bargain ✔️ (Completed)

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Natalia thought she'd welcome being back in her little Devonville village. That she'd be relieved that her emotions were no longer spiking up and down, like one of those graphs you saw at the bottom of a hospital bed. Somehow she had imagined that life would resume a comfortable pace now that Dimitris was no longer in it.

    But she was wrong.

    She felt as if a giant light had been snuffed out, leaving her stumbling around in bewildering darkness. The daily routine she'd once loved now seemed empty; her days simply hours she needed to get through before she could escape to bed for yet another sleepless night. Even her jewellery making -- something which had given her so much pleasure -- now seemed to lack imagination and flair.

    She found herself looking blankly at the crude pieces of silver and wondering what on earth to do with them. Where before she would have been bursting with ideas, her imagination seemed to have deserted her.

    And she missed Dimitris. She'd anticipated that; she just hadn't realized how much. He had taken her back into his world and given her a glimpse of what life with him could be like and she wanted that life back. God, she had wanted it. But she couldn't have it.

    She couldn't have him.

    She had left Rhodes with a heavy heart, having first crept into the sick room to kiss his sleeping grandmother goodbye. She'd said farewell to a frankly bewildered Maria, whose innate code of manners clearly prevented her from asking her why she was going so suddenly.

    Dimitris had kissed her lightly on each cheek just before he'd closed the door on the car taking her to the airport. And in a way, that had been almost worse than if he'd gone into a massive sulk and refused to say goodbye. But no, he had managed to slant her a half-smile, though he hadn't quite been able to disguise the furious glitter in his eyes. And Natalia realized that her last memory of the man she loved would be of him giving her the kind of cool kiss he might have offered some casual acquaintance he'd just met at a party.

    The last thing she'd asked was for him to give her Jadon's contact details and to her surprise, he had done this without hesitation. He'd explained that the vineyard was extremely remote and that her brother was taking a break from all electronic forms of communication, but that she could write to him there.

    And Natalia had. She'd written several times. Long letters, which she'd tried to make cheerful -- which hadn't been easy, except for the bits when she told him how proud she was that he was turning his life around. That bit had burst straight from her heart.

    The only things she received in return were a couple of postcards -- battered old things which looked as if they had been taken when photography was still in it's infancy. The messaged they contained had been succinct but encouraging.

    It's GREAT!!

    And

   Best time of my LIFE!!

    Natalia found that she was longing to see him again and she told him so in her next letter, hoping that her motives weren't selfish. That she wasn't just wanting to contact with him because her heart felt so empty.

    One gloomy September evening, she had just poured herself a cup of coffee when she heard the sound of footsteps on gravel, only this time she was paying attention and they were very definitely not the distinctive tread of her enstranged husband.