(See first part for disclaimer, notes, spoilers, etc.)

Chapter 24
"Hell no!….Hell no! We are not going back to Sunset Beach," Del states.

Olivia pushes Del away and rolls over. "Why not?"

"Woman, may I remind you that your ex-husband resides in Sunset Beach. Do you honestly think that we would have a moment's peace if the three of us lived in the same town? Do you?" he questions.

"But," Olivia whispers, "my daughter is there."

Del snorts, "And so is mine…what's your point?"

"That's exactly my point. How can you stand to be away from her? Cait and I may not have the best mother-daughter relationship, but I still want to be near her," Olivia snaps back.

"Olivia…I am only sayin' this once, so listen up," he pauses as Olivia rolls over again and glares at him, "we are not, repeat NOT going back to Sunset Beach….Better yet, we aren't goin' back to the States. If you can't pick a place for us to live, I'll do it for us!"

Olivia slides out of the bed and stalks into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Del reaches for the glass on the nightstand and swallows the remaining bit of Johnny Walker scotch. Women, he thinks to himself, can't live with 'em and can't live without 'em.

Chapter 25
Caitlin swings her car into the driveway and enters the house through the garage. She pauses at the battered remains of the Jaguar her mother drove. When is he going to get rid of her car, she wonders to herself, Mom's been gone for over a month. She passes through the kitchen and living room but stops when she reaches her father's closed office door. Caitlin takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

"WHAT!" her father bellows.

Caitlin eases open the door and says, "Daddy?" She opens the door all the way and stands in the doorway. Gregory looks up and Caitlin wonders if he is taking care of himself. His face is drawn and pale, except for the dark circles under his eyes. "Are you ok?" she continues.

"Never better princess," Gregory responds sarcastically as he rises out of the chair and goes around his desk to embrace Caitlin.

"I heard from Mom," Caitlin says after her father pulls away and returns to his desk chair.

Gregory's body tenses and he growls, "I recall telling you that I never wanted to discuss your mother again…Make sure you pass that message onto your brother the next time he decides to grace us with his presence."

Caitlin continues as if she didn't hear her father, "She was in La Romana for a few weeks but she's now in Geneva…I think she'll be there for awhile." She sits in the armchair across from Gregory and looks at him expectantly.

Gregory leans back in his chair and sighs, "Cait…"

"I know you still love her Daddy!" Caitlin exclaims as she leans forward and rests her elbows on his desk. "If you didn't you wouldn't have destroyed all of the pictures we had of her!" Caitlin exclaims. She pauses but continues when her father doesn't interrupt, "Her car is still in the garage and Rose told me that all of the things she left behind are still in your room. Why aren't you fighting for her?"

Gregory reaches over to a stack of papers to his left and hands Caitlin the first top pages. "She divorced me in La Romana. Here is the decree," Gregory says. "Did you think she went to the Dominican Republic for the weather?"

Caitlin looks up from reading the divorce papers and says, "You know this is Del's work. I don't believe this is Mom's doing. She never would've done this if he hadn't convinced her somehow…You know, he didn't even tell his own daughter he was leaving."

"Well, what do you expect? The man is a terrible excuse for a human being," Gregory mutters, "but we're done with this Caitlin."

"Daddy, call her. Convince her to come home and that you still love her…Please?" Caitlin says softly. She places a piece of paper with her mothers contact information on the desk and leaves.

Gregory looks at the paper for a moment before reaching into his humidor for a cigar. He clips the tip off and lights up. Gregory puffs on the cigar for a few moments and then reaches into the bottom drawer. Not all the photos were destroyed Caity, he thinks. He pulls out a picture of Olivia holding Caitlin when they celebrated her first Mother's Day. "Liv," he whispers as he gently caresses her face through the glass of the frame.

Chapter 26
"Je suis desole. Je ne sais pas ce que retarde mon mar…mon ami," Olivia says softly in fluent French after the waiter at L'Esquire again asks if she is ready to order. Del suggested a celebratory dinner; today marked the sixtieth day since Olivia's divorce was filed in La Romana. He must have started to celebrate early, Olivia angrily thinks to herself, he's over an hour late! She looks at the menu and says, "Je suis pret a commande…J'aurai le Caneton a l'Orange, s'il vous plait. Et, un autre verre de vin."

"Tres bonne Madame," the waiter replies as he takes the menu from Olivia's hands.

Olivia glares at the candle and swallows the last bit of wine in her glass. She has been steadily refilling her glass since it was evident that Del was going to be late.

The waiter returns with a fresh glass of wine and takes the empty one. Olivia takes a sip. She looks up as a strange gentleman sits down in the seat across from her. "Oui Monsieur?" she snaps.

The man gives Olivia the once over and asks, "Parlez-vous l'anglais?"

Olivia sighs and mutters, "Yes."

The stranger smiles broadly and says in French-accented English, "Ah, I thought so. I must say though your French is remarkable for an Englishwoman."

"My mother was French," Olivia responds dryly as she takes another sip of wine.

"Marvelous. Why is someone as stunningly beautiful as you here alone?" the man questions.

Olivia considers the man for a moment, then leans closer to him and replies softly, "I'm not…anymore."

The man clasped Olivia's hand and brought it to his lips. "I am Armande de Chevalier."

Olivia offers a small smile and replies, "Olivia Richards."

"Olivia," Armande purrs as he caresses her hand, "allow me to make up for your companion's appalling behavior. C'est inacceptable pour une femme de votre beaute!"

Olivia is prevented from responding as the waiter returns. He says, "Monsieur est ici. Auriez-vous besoin d'un menu?"

Armande shakes his head. "Non. Nous ne restons pas."

"S'il vous plait mettre mon repas sur M. Douglas' le compte ," Olivia adds.

Armande stands and offers his hand to Olivia, "Shall we?"

Olivia takes Armande's hand and says, "Absolument." Armande helps Olivia into her faux fur coat and leads her out of the restaurant into the cold and snowy night.