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“Everyone was avoiding asking me about Ava tonight.” He looked up to Milly and squinted. “I’d have told them if they’d only had the guts to ask.”
“How did you find out that she’d lied to you?” Milly was brave enough to ask.
“I was in Dubai when she rang and said she’d lost the baby. I flew straight home to be with her—as soon as I heard I just headed for the airport. I knew our marriage wasn’t great, but I didn’t want her dealing with that alone. I was expecting her to be a wreck but instead I found her all dressed up, half pissed on champagne and getting ready to go out with her friends.”
“You knew then?” Milly asked but Roman shook his head.
“I figured that maybe Ava was dealing with things in her own way. I wasn’t really checking up on her then but I asked if I could see the ultrasound photo. She’d had one a few days before and I just needed to—” He thought for a moment and Milly just stood there. “I wanted to see my child, that was all, but Ava said that she couldn’t remember where she’d put the ultrasound photo. I guessed then that there had never been one.” He looked up to Milly. “You’d want to see it wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would.” Milly was very close to crying. If she had lost a baby, she doubted anyone could have prized the image from her hands for some time.
“And when I asked Ava what doctor was seeing her, she just said something vague. We started arguing and I said I didn’t believe that there ever had been a baby and she headed out to her car and drove off . . . I should have stopped her.”
“Why?” Milly asked.
“She was drunk.”
“How could that be your fault?” Milly asked. “I don’t think you should have another drink now, but if you ask for one, I’ll get it. If you go out now and drive, then that’s your choice.”
“Get me an apple juice,” Roman said and Milly rolled her eyes. “No seriously,” Roman said, he was done with introspection and he wanted to see her smile. “I’m getting a taste for it.”
She fetched him another apple juice and this time he took it without comment, and then he looked out of the window rather than to Milly.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Roman asked.
“No, I’m off now for a few days.”
“I’m checking out soon,” Roman told her. Still, he didn’t look at her, he just stared out of the window as he spoke and she was grateful for that because as his words hit, nothing could have masked the pain in her eyes.
“Are you moving back home?”
“No,” Roman said. “Well, I shall be when I get back, but I am thinking of going to Russia to visit my father. He doesn’t have very long to live.”
“I’m—”
“Please don’t say that you’re sorry,” Roman interrupted. “He was a very cruel man. Isaak thinks I’m a fool to go and visit, he’s reminded me of some of the stuff that our father did, the sort of things I have spent the last decade doing my best to forget. He nearly killed me once.” He gave a soft laugh that contained no humour and then he did look at Milly and the want in her eyes matched his.
Yes, the wedding had finished early and he could have stayed there and carried on drinking. He hadn’t been with anyone since Milly, and Roman had intended to rectify that tonight with one of the many beautiful women present.
He didn’t want them though.
“When I get back, you’re going to be playing Desdemona?” Roman said, and Milly nodded. “How is it going?”
“Wonderfully.”
“You’ll leave here soon,” Roman said, because he knew what an amazing actress she was. “You’re going to be snapped up, and you know, I’ll be so happy for you, and yet . . . ”
“Yet?”
“I’ll miss knowing that you are here,” Roman admitted. “I miss that night.”
He put down the card to his room on the table, but she ignored it.
“Milly . . . ”
“I need to get on.”
And he said a word that he rarely did and never
“Everyone was avoiding asking me about Ava tonight.” He looked up to Milly and squinted. “I’d have told them if they’d only had the guts to ask.”
“How did you find out that she’d lied to you?” Milly was brave enough to ask.
“I was in Dubai when she rang and said she’d lost the baby. I flew straight home to be with her—as soon as I heard I just headed for the airport. I knew our marriage wasn’t great, but I didn’t want her dealing with that alone. I was expecting her to be a wreck but instead I found her all dressed up, half pissed on champagne and getting ready to go out with her friends.”
“You knew then?” Milly asked but Roman shook his head.
“I figured that maybe Ava was dealing with things in her own way. I wasn’t really checking up on her then but I asked if I could see the ultrasound photo. She’d had one a few days before and I just needed to—” He thought for a moment and Milly just stood there. “I wanted to see my child, that was all, but Ava said that she couldn’t remember where she’d put the ultrasound photo. I guessed then that there had never been one.” He looked up to Milly. “You’d want to see it wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would.” Milly was very close to crying. If she had lost a baby, she doubted anyone could have prized the image from her hands for some time.
“And when I asked Ava what doctor was seeing her, she just said something vague. We started arguing and I said I didn’t believe that there ever had been a baby and she headed out to her car and drove off . . . I should have stopped her.”
“Why?” Milly asked.
“She was drunk.”
“How could that be your fault?” Milly asked. “I don’t think you should have another drink now, but if you ask for one, I’ll get it. If you go out now and drive, then that’s your choice.”
“Get me an apple juice,” Roman said and Milly rolled her eyes. “No seriously,” Roman said, he was done with introspection and he wanted to see her smile. “I’m getting a taste for it.”
She fetched him another apple juice and this time he took it without comment, and then he looked out of the window rather than to Milly.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Roman asked.
“No, I’m off now for a few days.”
“I’m checking out soon,” Roman told her. Still, he didn’t look at her, he just stared out of the window as he spoke and she was grateful for that because as his words hit, nothing could have masked the pain in her eyes.
“Are you moving back home?”
“No,” Roman said. “Well, I shall be when I get back, but I am thinking of going to Russia to visit my father. He doesn’t have very long to live.”
“I’m—”
“Please don’t say that you’re sorry,” Roman interrupted. “He was a very cruel man. Isaak thinks I’m a fool to go and visit, he’s reminded me of some of the stuff that our father did, the sort of things I have spent the last decade doing my best to forget. He nearly killed me once.” He gave a soft laugh that contained no humour and then he did look at Milly and the want in her eyes matched his.
Yes, the wedding had finished early and he could have stayed there and carried on drinking. He hadn’t been with anyone since Milly, and Roman had intended to rectify that tonight with one of the many beautiful women present.
He didn’t want them though.
“When I get back, you’re going to be playing Desdemona?” Roman said, and Milly nodded. “How is it going?”
“Wonderfully.”
“You’ll leave here soon,” Roman said, because he knew what an amazing actress she was. “You’re going to be snapped up, and you know, I’ll be so happy for you, and yet . . . ”
“Yet?”
“I’ll miss knowing that you are here,” Roman admitted. “I miss that night.”
He put down the card to his room on the table, but she ignored it.
“Milly . . . ”
“I need to get on.”
And he said a word that he rarely did and never
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