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