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I shook my head. Scott meant nothing to me. He wasn’t worth another minute of my time. Owen was right. Leah, Drew, Mum and Karen were right. He was clearly a very cruel person and it was fortunate that it had come to light so I could move on. From now on, I was going to focus on the important things in life: my job, my friends, and my family. Although Mum assured me she was coping with the Parkinson’s and was finally exercising, I couldn’t shake this feeling that there was something else going on with her and being there for her and for Logan absolutely had to be my number one priority.
Throwing myself into my work for the rest of the day, I finished the display I’d been working on by mid-afternoon then caught up with some paperwork in the office. My phone stayed in my drawer, out of sight and out of mind. I could do this.
Bidding goodnight to Owen, I flicked through my emails on my phone as I left the building. It was part of my going-home routine, deleting all the marketing emails that had materialised throughout the day.
As I reached for the final internal door, I stopped dead. Oh my God! He’d emailed.
To: Jemma Browne
From: Adam Hannigan
Subject: Sorry
I’ve started and deleted this email so many times. I’m so sorry, Jemma. It seems such an inadequate word for what I’ve done to you but please know that I wasn’t lying when I said that I love you only. I still do and I always will. Please forgive me.
I’m sorry to hear about your mum. I hope she responds well to treatment. Thinking of you all and missing you like crazy xxx
What the hell was he playing at? He loved me only? He still did? Kisses? As my stomach churned and my heart raced, I was back to square one. Despite everything he’d done, he still meant the world to me and I missed him like crazy too.
14
Jemma
‘What do you fancy seeing?’ Leah asked as we stood in the cinema lobby checking out the viewing times on Thursday evening.
‘Anything but romance.’
‘Still no word since Monday’s email?’
‘No. All quiet again. Do you think it’s my fault? Should I have emailed him back?’
‘Of course not! Unless it was to give him a mouthful. He’s a lying, cheating… Seriously, Jemma, he’s not someone you want or need in your life. You’ve got your apology. You’ve got your closure. Move on.’
‘I don’t know if I can.’ I shuffled over to a nearby leather sofa, suddenly feeling quite weak. ‘I still don’t know why he did it. And he says he still loves me.’