Anya said she was the same, there was no news. “Could you meet me at the hotel?” he asked, sounding jagged. Other than their son’s death, it had been one of the hardest days of his life. He felt as though he had lost everything in a matter of hours. Benedetta wanted him out of their business. He had lost his job, his history, and his wife of twenty years. He had wanted to leave her to be with Anya, but he was shocked that she wanted a divorce. He had thought they would stay married, while he lived with Anya and the baby. That was what most people he knew did. Mistresses were still more common than divorces in Europe, particularly in Italy and even France. Gregorio was appalled at the idea of a divorce, even more than at the idea of his having twins with someone, other than his wife. “What’s wrong?” Anya was startled by how he sounded. “How did it go with her? Did you tell her?” She had been waiting for his call all day, but he had never called her. He had gone to see his older brother to tell him about the business, and his brother told him he was a fool and had ruined the family and their business.
