a look into the wishing well part 3

Dear Olive,

Your letter made me smile. You are capricious in your love. I knew it from the first time I saw you. 

The fire in your green eyes. Your are remarkably well bred because you can control your fiery nature. It must be hard to keep your passions in control. 

I never told you this but I was for a long time a student of psychology. Freud and Jang  were my favourites... So silently I paid attention to your mannerisms... I know I should not have but I needed to know how to teach you.

But in the end I lost myself in you...I could not separate myself to be the teacher and you the student. 

A lot of what went on between us was unspoken. You knew it and I knew it. 

I think you are wrong. But you you will be happy to know it has not been possible to look at another girl and see you..

I don't have many girlfriends as you may think. 

To you I may be something special but here in Paris I am extraordinarily ordinary. 

I have started to learn to paint and I joined a cookery class. I am learning to cook the south east Asian dishes I enjoyed so much. Maybe one day I will cook a fusion dish of French and Vietnamese or Malaysian or Thai... Something interesting I hope. 

You must start your French studies again.. You spoke beautifully. The French men would fall madly in love firstly with you and the beautiful accent. 

You should visit Paris and I would love to take you around all the amazing places. 

Don't be angry with me. You know what I did was for the best. 

Your dream sounds strangely familiar. Rather than dream it asleep, I saw it while wide awake in my day dreams. 

I kiss you a thousand times and press you to my heart

Always 

Pierre

I read the letter with a smile. My days had been filled with longing, for something that was far and not possible.

The summer months were here and my husband said for our holidays we would spend them in Dubai. Every summer we always went somewhere new. 

Most of the time I spent the holidays doing things on my own as my husband was consumed with work. When he had free Time he found the nearest casino and gambled way into the night. 

Dear Pierre,

My dear thank you for your lovely letter.. How naughty of you to make a study of me without telling me :)

So you noticed my madness in me. The rage? 

Yes my darling, if I had not tamed the fires I would have burned myself out. I am still restless but what can I do?

My dear husband has brought us to Dubai for holidays. I have done all the shopping I can do. Tell me Pierre how many diamonds can a girl wear and how many pair of shoes do I need?I have it all but it makes me feel even sadder. 

My sheets are silk but I feel cold even in this heat of the desert. 

My husband is out and it is just me and the TV. 

Next year we must come to France. It will be hard to convince him because he has been there so many times for business but he doesn't like it so...

But you are there. I must come to you Pierre..

My husband is a good man but it seems there is nothing between us... 

I miss you Pierre..

Kiss me in your dreams. I will feel it here.

Yours

Olive

PS I found the smell of the sea.  And gently sprayed it all over the envelope and paper

My husband came back from the casino early morning. He was in good spirits. Usually he would lose a lot of money but that never bothered him. This time he won and was very happy. He could not wait to tell me...

'My luck is changing' 

'How!" I said, ' you have always been lucky. How wealthy you are. So?'

He laughed and kissed me. Something he rarely ever did even when we were on better terms. He went to sleep. 

It was when we got home that rather than check on his businesses, he came home with me. We had dinner and that was the night he made love to me. 

We had made love before and usually it had not lasted long. As soon as he was satisfied it was over for both of us. 

This time it was different... I thought of Pierre, but my husband did it to me in such a way as he had never done before. I screamed, I cried when I thought I could not take it anymore. 

My passion returned, I scratched him, I bit him on the neck on the chest..

When I awoke I wondered what had happened. 

We spoke at breakfast. For the first time he told me many things relating to his business which he had not told me before; the things happening with other family members. 

For several nights he came home early and the same thing would happen. 

One night when we could not do it due to my time of the month he came and sat with me and brought bottle of wine and two glasses. 

'Olive you know my family were pushing me to divorce you because I could not give you a child. But I told them not to. 

They said fine take a second and third wife..Still I said no...I cannot pay attention to one wife how can it be that I can then pay attention to two or three. Besides this is what the ancients did. They had many wives but one wife is enough..'

"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked

'Because I know about you and Pierre'

At that moment my blood froze...I felt dizzy. I tried to stay calm but I was visibly shocked. 

'Listen, don't panic. I have not been a good husband to you either. What did I expect. You are young and beautiful. My business colleagues have always admired your beauty and your class."

"But you know nothing happened between us.." I said

"Because I didn't give it a chance to happen" my husband said.

I looked at him in surprise!

"What do you mean?"

"Well" he responded, 'I asked him to leave!"

'I told him to leave the country because I didn't want any scandal relating to my wife. The money he sent you back was little compared to what I paid him to leave.'

I was shaking and screamed at him, ' why? Why ruin my chances at happiness? I have never stood in your way and I would not give a chance for scandal to develop. I would have left you..!' 

"Yes I knew you would so I did not want to take that chance. You are my wife. I have looked after you. I know I am not perfect. But please understand it was for your sake..please understand Olive, all men look at you with hungry eyes but you gave none of them hope until this foreign man turned up. I was not worried before."

I was in tears now he got up to hug me...I tried to resist but he kept me in his arms..I cried loudly. He said he understood why I felt the way I did for Pierre and he asked me to forget him and he would try his best to be a better man. 

True I was his wife and lately things had changed. He was trying. Though not remotely as good looking or as charming as Pierre, I remembered how I adored his childish ambitious nature and how he succeeded at everything. We had spent years together. So I would give it a try..

Dear Olive,

What's happened? For the past few months I have not heard from you? 

I have written to you five times and you have not replied is everything OK?

Across the sea is another world - maybe things are different but I don't want to give up on you...

I miss you and I was just thinking of us walking down the seine together as an old couple...

Write to me.

My heart aches with worry for you

Yours forever

Pierre

When olive saw this she read it quickly and tore it up and threw it in the rubbish as the other five letters. She was deeply in love with her husband. 

What a transformation? Women? How soon they can change their affections. 

" why don't you write to him and tell him to stop" her husband suggested. 

Dear Pierre,

I will make this short and I will make it clear. I am well and so to is everyone else in my life. 

My husband and I have resolved to mend our differences. 

Sorry for wasting your time I think it was a silly infatuation common in teenagers but it should not have with me. 

You will find a nice girl...But please do not ever write to me again. 

I hope you will respect my wishes..

Yours sincerely

Olive 

Pierre's heart broke into a thousand pieces. 

He had been with girls before. He had broken a few hearts himself and he had had his heart broken too. It was the cycle of life he thought and time healed all wounds. 

But this felt different; he cut that was very deep. So quickly, so suddenly someone had changed on him. 

That someone had crushed him. Rather than burn the letter he put it away, far away...

How do I carry on? He thought?

To be continued