It was stupid really. Your marriage was falling apart, you already had lawyers hired and you were separated for two months. Two long months. Of living in different houses. Different sides of London. Living different lives.

A trip to Italy?. Aemond thought. Is he insane? How did that even happened

He was a wealthy businessman. A trip to Italy? — Not a problem for him. Maybe it would actually turn out good. Maybe.

Maybe you won’t argue, be able to share a bed again and not throw gazes at each other that could kill. Maybe you’d talk after the two months of acting like a complete strangers

The villa was great. No way he would set for any less. With big balcony with loungers and pool, it was close to the sea with not so many people around. Like you always wanted — like you always told him you want.

And he watched you now — laying in the other side of pool. Sunbathing, drinking champagne. Enjoying life — life he could soon not be a part of. And he was under the umbrella with laptop on his lap answering emails from the company.

Great socializing. Really.

He was stealing glances. Mumbling under his breath and trying to focus on work. Work. He was always busy, always having something to do, somewhere to go, someone to talk to. Someone but not you. And honestly?

You got used to not being affectionate with him that every move you would take to… fix the marriage was turning out to be awkward and feeling unnecessary.

Maybe that was what ruined it all in the first place. Lack of time spend together, lack of communication, lack of affection to the point where you didn’t felt like you needed each other anymore. But divorce? Wasn’t that too much? — Aemond thought.

He took you — his almost ex wife — to Italy and you don’t even talk to him? Not going to happen.