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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. PART TWO
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. PART THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  64. EPILOGUE
  65. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  66. About the Author

‘Grand. Thanks.’ Imelda smiled at the middle-aged, grey-haired woman who always had a pencil stuck behind her ear. She pushed open the rear exit, immediately feeling the difference in temperature as she walked along the hallway, past the chill room, to the large storage area at the back of the building. Hoping to surprise her husband, she was glad she’d changed her high heels for flatties for the drive back from Dublin; her footsteps made no sound on the vinyl flooring. She took the jelly and a condom out of her bag and silently pushed the door open.

She heard the murmur of voices behind a stack of tinned foods and made a face. She couldn’t very well prance up waving a condom in front of someone. She was about to call out, when she heard Larry’s deep voice say with a passion that rocked her to her core, ‘I love you, and I’ve always loved you, and I can’t change that.’

Frozen, Imelda stopped in her tracks.

‘I love you too. It’s hell on earth, Larry. I wish we could be together,’ she heard the soft response and, rounding the corner, she saw Larry and Fran Cassidy, the art teacher in the local secondary school, staring tenderly at each other, before their lips met in a passionate kiss.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Imelda gasped and turned away, and heard Larry call her name, in shock, but she kept on walking, desperate to get away and be on her own to absorb the impact of what she’d witnessed. She thought she was going to puke. Her legs were shaking. She hurried out the side door, into the back yard, and then ran to her car, heart thumping, mind swirling.

Larry and Fran Cassidy were lovers.

Fran with the soft, melting brown eyes, and the longest, blackest eyelashes Imelda had ever seen. Did Fran run those delicate, long painter’s fingers over Larry’s body and bring him to passionate delights that somehow she’d never been able to? Now it all made sense. She’d always been more sexual than her husband. He was much more passive. Larry had done his marital duty with Imelda, but he had made love to Fran, she thought bitterly, bursting into great gulping sobs in the safety of the car as she saw Larry rush out into the car park. She gunned the engine and sped out onto the main street. She couldn’t go home and face her mother-in-law and her children after what she’d just seen.