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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Chapter 78
  83. Chapter 79
  84. Chapter 80
  85. Chapter 81
  86. Chapter 82
  87. Chapter 83
  88. Chapter 84
  89. Chapter 85
  90. Acknowledgements
  91. About the Author
  92. Also by Charlotte Philby
  93. About the Publisher

But whatever it was that was holding her together at this point was precariously fragile; all it would take would be for one part to be stripped back and the whole thing might collapse. Pulling away at one of the panel of lies could be the thing that ended up dismantling everything.

She might have considered leaving Tom, but his outburst had stalled her. Tom loved her, and more importantly he loved their children with a ferocity that she could never manage. Perhaps, too, the thought of him with Harriet had stung her so deeply that she knew she could not let anyone else have him.

But she loved Ivan, that was also a fact. He was the antidote to everything she resented about her life with Tom, and so, as unlikely as it might seem to some, she reasoned that moving between these two worlds was the perfect solution. As long as no one found out, and maybe they didn’t have to. She was hardly the first person in history to have maintained two families simultaneously. Admittedly she couldn’t think of another woman who had done so, but maybe women were just better at not getting caught.

So far, the evidence would suggest she could keep this double life going. How long had she convincingly kept up her pretence to Tom; how long had she been lying to him without him ever suspecting a thing? And Ivan had no reason to doubt her. It was risky, it would be hard work, but what wasn’t that was worth having in life?

Pulling herself together, she smiled at Madeleine.

‘You know what, I really don’t want to talk about it. Tell me about you. What’s been happening at work?’

Much as she knew Madeleine would have been willing to go there with her, had she chosen to have an intense heart-to-heart, Gabriela could almost feel her friend’s relief as she steered the conversation back to safer ground. Madeleine relished nothing more than talking about whatever investigation she had been working on.

‘Well, I’m off to Hanoi again next week to interview some undercover workers we’ve placed as part of our plan to track the various stages in the chain. It’s all very well targeting the smugglers in Vietnam and the UK, at the front end of the operation, but the next step is to weed out the facilitators. There is a whole chain that we’re piecing together. You know how it is, these things take time, but we’re getting there. And then there’s another angle we’re looking at too – women and girls being trafficked in from parts of Eastern Europe to work in the porn industry. I tell you, the fun never stops …’