It wasn’t what first came to Anna’s mind. Another woman.
The plain fact was while they sat on the couch on those autumn nights planning their Spanish adventure all the while he had been planning another adventure. A trip to Italy with his mother.
So in fact it was another woman after all. The woman to whom he was still umbilically attached.
He'd no intention of going to Spain with Anna. She felt as if he'd cheated on her. Betrayed.
Maybe it would have been better if it was another woman. Anna would have stood a chance.
But the mother of a mama's boy?
Not a hope in hell.
