The Kouvaris Marriage
HIS face like thunder, Dimitri Kouvaris strode down the first-storey corridor of his sumptuous villa on the out-skirts of Athens, hands fisted at his sides, his wide shoul-ders as rigid as an enraged bull about to charge.
Eleni, the youngest member of his household staff, flattened herself against the wall at his approach, and only expelled her pent-up breath as he shot down the sweeping staircase two treads at a time.
The soles of his handmade shoes ringing against the marble slabs, he crossed the wide hallway and after a cursory rap entered his aunt's quarters.
"Did you know about this?" he demanded on a terse bite, lobbing over the piece of paper crumpled into his fist. And he watched, the gold of his eyes dark with inner fury, as the thin pale fingers of his father's elder spinster sister smoothed the creases out.
The few words burned like acid into his brain.
Our marriage is over. My solicitor will be in touch regarding our divorce.
Three months and she said it was over! No explana-tion. Nothing but a note left on the pillow of their opulent marriage bed. How dared she?
"She dishonours the Kouvaris name!" he bit out, and t ... read full excerpt from The Kouvaris Marriage ebook
