And my shock pregnancy – it wasn’t unplanned at all; at least not as far as Harvey was concerned. How dare he play Russian roulette with my body? I would never forgive him for this, never. If I had needed further convincing that I didn’t want Harvey to have any part in my baby’s life, this would have been more than enough to do it. But Jensen wasn’t to know that. He’d been honest with me: if my ex was on the scene, he’d back away. And that was exactly what he’d done. And if he wouldn’t take my calls, he’d never know the truth. I’d just have to hope that he’d listen to the message I’d left for him and trust me.

It was only early afternoon and the day had gone on far too long for my liking. I headed for my bed and pulled the covers over me.

Stop the world, someone, I want to get off.

Chapter 31

For the next few days I stumbled around like a zombie. I told everyone who’d listen that I’d had an unwanted visit from my ex-boyfriend but that he was now out of my life for good in the vain hope that it would somehow get back to Jensen. But he didn’t get in touch and after leaving him five messages, I resigned myself to the fact that he wasn’t going to. I put our pretend engagement ring in a drawer and tried to forget how golden that day in London had been from start to finish.

Betsy had no knowledge of her grandson’s fleeting visit on Saturday and wasn’t aware of how things had spiralled and subsequently plummeted between us and there didn’t seem any point in involving her in the whole sorry tale. She informed me on Monday morning that he would soon be heading off to South Africa to take on an exciting new role and wouldn’t be back for a while. She passed on his regards and good-luck wishes with the baby, at which point her eyes had filled with tears and she’d admitted that although she couldn’t have been more proud she’d miss him terribly.

You and me both, I’d thought desolately.