Before I could escape, he crushed his lips against mine. Our teeth clashed and I tried to scream as I tasted blood. But his hand was gripping the back of my head too tightly.

Finally, he ended the kiss and I staggered backwards, tears blinding my eyes. But he hadn’t finished. With one hand squeezing my arm, he ran his other hand down over my breasts and circled my bump.

‘I made that, remember,’ he said, his eyes glinting.

The shock of such a violation sucked the air from my lungs. My mouth was open in horror but no sound could escape. With a slight shove he released me and ran lightly down the path.

My blood thundering in my ears, I collapsed against the door frame, and as my breathing began to steady, I became aware of a car parked outside Betsy’s house, its engine still running.

Jensen.

It was Jensen. He’d come for me. Thank the Lord.

A sob rose in my throat. I wanted to run to him but my legs had turned to jelly. Instead, I stepped clear of my front door and waved wildly, tears coursing down my cheeks.

But to my horror, Jensen reversed the car, span it around and drove off. I caught a glimpse of his stony expression as he passed but he didn’t even look my way.

I was devastated; presumably he’d driven all the way up from London to see me, only to witness what Harvey had just done. No wonder he had jumped to the wrong conclusion – who wouldn’t?

I watched uselessly as he disappeared out of sight, passing Harvey on his way up the drive. With shaking hands, I dialled Jensen’s number, but even though I knew he had a hands-free device in his car, he didn’t answer. I tried again but this time he sent the call to voicemail. I rang a third time and this time pulled myself together enough to leave him a message.

‘Please come back. What you saw was just Harvey being an idiot. Please come back and let me explain.’

I waited on the doorstep for ten minutes but Jensen didn’t return. Eventually, my bones weary with exhaustion, I trailed back inside and shut the world out.

I could scarcely take it in. Everything about my relationship with Harvey had been fake: from stalking me on Facebook to pretending to take care of contraception. Even his body, courtesy of steroids, was fake.