Night Of The Yellow Moon

"You didn't really want a wife," she accused Edmund. "I've often wondered why you bothered to marry me."

Delia had followed her husband into the depths of the Brazilian jungle. Oh, why had she come? What had she expected? An instant and ecstatic reconciliation something like the instant and ecstatic love they'd felt when they'd first met?

Too much time and distance had come between them for that to happen. He wasn't the same man. He didn't want her ....