Anita walked around through the enormous house. It was indeed some time since she was there for the last time. Several years to be exact. She hadn't been there since she and Victor were engaged. Because there was no need to go there.

But she was back now and she wasn't really planning on going to home now. A door opened and she turned around. Behind her was the man who had brought her into the house. "How are you, my dearest Anita?" asked the Italian sculptor as he saw his guest.

"I've felt better." whispered Anita as she looked to Alphonse. She had told him everything. About her marriage with Victor, how she felt that he was cheating on her and about her pregnancy. Of course, Alphonse had still some contacts at U.Z.Z., so he knew what was going on there most of the time.

"Don't you worry. Here in Italy, you don't have to think about your cheating husband or to worry about your child or even the money. You can stay here as long as you want and the baby is welcome here too."

Anita didn't know what to think or say. Alphonse disappeared again and Anita walked towards her room. The day before, Alphonse had stopped especially for her. He was in London to visit his exhibition and he just drove in her neighborhood. And once they started talking about the old times they had together, it didn't take long before the sleep had caught her. She was tired of all those endless and sleepless nights and she just fell asleep in the car. When she woke up, she was already in the plane to Italy. Alphonse said that she told him to take her with him to Italy, to be away from Victor and U.Z.Z. for some time.

But Anita didn't want her child to grow up in Italy. Cheating or not, Victor did have the right to see his child at least once in his life. And Anita was sure that Victor should get the chance to explain what was happening. But, not now. Her heart and mind were still in a battle. Her mind knew that cheating was the only reason why Victor wasn't available most of the time. But her heart knew Victor couldn't cheat on her.

She went into the room. It was painted purple and it had even a small cradle, in case if she would be there when the baby was born. Anita walked towards her bed. The night before, Alphonse had shown her a picture. The picture was lying on her bed and Anita picked it up. It wasn't just any picture, it was a picture of Victor and an unknown woman. They weren't dressed for work, it looked like they were about to go out to somewhere. Somewhere you could dance, drink and do whatever you wanted to. Anita had called it many names, she had been cursing all night, but that wasn't going to change a bit to the situation she was in now. If she was going to agree with Alphonse's conditions, she would be trapped into this giant house. But she wanted to be free. To go out with her child and to do some shopping if she wanted to. But if she was going to go back, she was back in a relationship where she wasn't sure about her husband's love.

Anita threw the picture into the bin and she looked out of the window. It was already dark, but she had no idea what time it was. She heard the doorbell and the door being opened. Alphonse was talking to the person or persons who were at the door and he even let him, her or them in. Anita shook her head. Whoever it was, they weren't going to be there for long. Alphonse wasn't really keen on guests who arrived uninvited. He wanted everything to be like he wanted it to be before he could let anyone into the house.

She could hear some footsteps through the hallways. Apparently, someone was looking for something. Probable the bathroom or something like that. But, suddenly, someone opened the door. A pitch-dark haired woman with bright green eyes walked into her room. Anita's heart stood still. Her blood stopped pumping and her body felt cold. It was like an ice-cold wind blew through the room. "You..." said Anita. It wasn't a warming welcome and the lady didn't expect that either. "You!" she said once again and she walked towards the woman. "You are the mistress of my husband! Why are you here?"

Anita was furious, there was no doubt about that. And Blanche could understand it, somehow. When Victor told his partner that he never told Anita anything about her, Blanche had it figured out. The only reason why Anita was in Italy, was because she was with her old friend, Alphonse. A friend Victor wasn't really fond off. He told Blanche that Alphonse had tried to break Victor and Anita's relationship, but he never succeed... Until now. "Listen, Anita... I am no-one mistress. Because I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

"You have a relationship with my husband!"

Blanche gave Anita a little smile and she walked closer to the pregnant woman. "Believe me, Victor is a sweetheart, but he isn't my type." Anita walked backwards as Blanche approached her. Soon, Anita's back was against the wall. Blanche moved even closer to her.

"What are you..."

"Just making a point." whispered Blanche and she moved her face close to Anita's face. So close, that their lips almost touched.

"What? So you..."

"Yes, I love women." said Blanche with a big smile. She gave Anita a kiss on her cheek. "So, Victor and I don't have a relationship, it wouldn't be possible, actually. I just don't love him."

Anita nodded, she still needed to process it all. "But what are you doing here?"

"I am here with Victor. He wants you back home, back in London, where you are going to decorate the baby room." Blanche looked at Anita as she took a step back. "So, please, come back with us."

Anita nodded. She knew she wasn't going to be happy in Italy anyways. "Come, I know a different route, so Alphonse doesn't know that we are gone." Anita took Blanche with her and they got out of the house, just when Victor got out of the house as well. He managed to say to Alphonse that Blanche was already outside and he truly hoped Anita was with her.

And he couldn't be happier. He rushed towards the ladies and he stopped in front of Anita. "Anita." he whispered.

Anita opened her arms and Victor walked into her arms. They hugged and they kissed, everything seemed to be forgiven and forgotten. "I'm so sorry, Victor."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we really have to go now." said Blanche as she stepped onto her sky-bike.

Victor and Anita looked to each other and they stepped onto Victor's sky-bike and soon they were soaring through the sky. During the flight, Anita and Victor were silent, which gave Anita the opportunity to think about her relationship and marriage with Victor. She had to admit that even she had been away from Victor for just one day, she had missed him dearly. And she knew that she couldn't live without him. He gave her the freedom she needed and he was her rock in the ocean. And he would be the perfect father for their child.

The flight wasn't long and soon, Victor, Anita and even Blanche were at Victor's and Anita's house. "Are you really sure you want me here?" asked Blanche when she sat down onto the chair. She had the feeling Victor and Anita rather wanted to be alone now to talk about things.

Anita nodded and she sat down onto the couch. "I need to apologize to you and Victor. I've been acting..."

"It's alright, Anita." said Victor with a smile and he sat down next to Anita. "I should have told you the missions I had. I should have been honest to you." he gave Anita a kiss on her cheek. "But you could have trusted me, Anita."

"I know, Victor. I promise that I will trust you, for ever." Anita grabbed her necklace and showed it to Victor. "But, somehow, I've always trusted you."

Blanche smiled and she looked to the clock. "I really should be going now." she got up from her chair. "We can talk further tomorrow, that is..." and she looked to Victor, "if our date is still standing."

Anita looked to Victor. "What...?"

"Blanche wanted to help me with the baby room, so I figured I could use some help. Especially because you're pregnant. So, what do you think?"

"I think it's a wonderful idea, Victor. You defiantly can use some help."

"Alright, then it is a date. I'll see the two of you tomorrow around ten."

Victor and Anita looked at each other after Blanche had left them alone. "I wish I wasn't so foolish, Victor."

"Let's forget about it, Anita. All we are going to think about now is our future, together with our child." Victor wrapped his wife into his arms. "We let the past be the past and we will be only looking to the future."