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Chapters (52)
  1. Born Out of Wedlock
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Acknowledgements
  52. Other Titles by Author

“I didn’t say you were, but you can’t go on like this. Okay?” Lydia walked around the bed and stopped in front of Addison. “Look, I don’t know the particulars of what’s going on with you and your wife, and it’s certainly not my place to ask, but it’s bloody obvious you’re in love with her, and this...” Lydia paused, gesturing with a sweep of her arm. “This isn’t what you need. Hiding away in hotels, working yourself to death during the day and then drinking yourself into a stupor every night isn’t going to cure the problem. You’ve got to see that.”

“You’re right. It’s not your place to say,” Addison snapped as she stepped around Lydia. “Now get out so I can get cleaned up.”

Lydia sighed, hanging her head for a moment before she did as she was told. Slipping on her open-toed pumps, she grabbed her suit jacket from a chair and started to leave the room when she came to a sudden stop. “Oh, by the way,” she said, turning around. “If you’re looking for your mobile, it’s in the nightstand. I got up last night to use the loo, and the bloody thing was vibrating all over the place. I got tired of hearing it, so I put it in the drawer.”

Addison watched as Lydia left the suite, and scrubbing her hand over her face, she made her way to the loo to empty her bladder and brush her teeth. A short time later she emerged and headed straight for the hotel phone, and after ordering up a pot of strong coffee, she grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a nearby table and headed to the balcony. Opening the doors, she breathed in the balmy air of May and looked down at the row of motor scooters lined up along the curb. The hotel was located on a quiet street, so the only sound interrupting Addison’s morning was the jabbering of guests enjoying their breakfast on the veranda below her and the occasional honk of a car horn in the distance. Sinking into one of the ornately decorated iron chairs at her disposal, Addison was about to light her cigarette when she remembered what Lydia had said. With a sigh, she went back inside long enough to fetch her mobile.