Hard upon what turned out to be a hysterical pregnancy amongst our sources (See: Eve Expectant?) Frank is cautiously devastated to hear that Canada’s favourite power-couple-in-exile, Eve Adams and Dimitri Soudas have decoupled.
While we await confirmation – Eve, please say it ain’t so! — it has been noted that the gruesome duo have purged their Facebook pages of all traces of one another. In the relationship info box, nada. It’s not even complicated, it seems.
Ever since their compulsive machinating in Oakville-North Burlington cost Dimitri his perch as party executive director and Eve the Conservative nomination, in the process turning them into this year’s Helena Guergis and Rahim Jaffer, indelicate speculation as to the durance of their union was rife.
Consider the fate of Peter Adams, Eve’s previous husband/campaign manager, who got her elected in 2011, before being kicked to the curb as Eve shifted allegiance to Dimitri.
It might just be a bad patch. The Soudas-Adams alliance, after all, has always tempestuous. Readers may recall summer of 2013, when Ottawa Police were summoned to Adams’ home in Ottawa’s west end, which she shared with Dmitri.
Apparently, Dimitri feared Eve might get violent, so he called the cops to provide an armed escort while he removed his duds from their love nest.
Two years earlier, the giddy sweethearts were telling anyone who would listen that they were getting married, just as soon as Dimitri tied up a few loose ends, such as his wife, Elizabeth, and their three young children.
At his going-away party hosted by Harper at 24 Sussex in June, 2011, Dimitri had stood on the staircase and gave his wife and kids special thanks. Cradling their newborn daughter in his arms, he told the assembly he couldn’t have made it without his wife’s undying support. “Now it’s my turn to give back to you.” A month later, he moved in with Adams.
Similarly, Dimitri told the Huffington Post’s Althia Raj that throughout this year’s unpleasantness with the party, the “choice was clear: Stand with the woman whose hand I’ll be holding when I’m an old fart.”