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Chapter Three “Ah! My sweet wife, you look sad today,” Benito said. He stood behind his wife as Honoria stared out the window of her dressing room, deep in thought. She turned to her husband and looked into his eyes. Hers were filled with tears. “I worry about Antonia,” she said, her brows knit with worry. “So quick. So fast. How could she possibly understand what a man like Rupert Reyes will require of a wife? I should have counseled her more. I should have given her some warning, and all I could think of was what a fine gentleman he was, all the physical, material trappings. I gave her no clue to the darkness of his soul.” “Antonia must find her own way, my dear,” Benito answered, solemnly. “I could have introduced her slowly to her husband, made the transition easier perhaps. But