I fold my arms over my chest. “I’m not keen on it either,” I say coldly. I take a deep breath. I hate the end of relationships, and I’m guilty of always trying to see the best in people and hanging on for longer than I should. But even I can see when I’m being gaslit. “I think we should finish,” I say.

He gapes at me. “What? Why?”

“Because we’re not suited at all. I think that when we met, you just saw my looks and really that was all you were interested in. The fact that my appearance comes with a health condition actually repulses you.” He opens his mouth as if he might argue, and I hold my hand up. “I know that expression on your face, Harry. I’ve seen it before. It’s usually there on my date’s face when I come out of a turn and they’re leaning over me watching me like I’m an alien. You hate the epilepsy. It doesn’t fit your image.”

For a second he looks like he’s going to deny it, but then he decides on honesty. “It’s there all the time,” he mutters. “If you’re not having a seizure, you’re doing stuff to prevent another one happening. So no drinking or the gym. No staying out late in clubs where I can show you off. It’s like being middle aged before my time.”

I flinch. I’ve heard this a few times before. “That’s just the way it is,” I say steadily. “And you knew it. I was always upfront about having epilepsy, and my health has to come before your desire for me to wear skinny jeans and a tight shirt and hang all over you in clubs.”

“Oh, don’t sound so sanctimonious,” he says defensively. “It isn’t just me. Most blokes would struggle with something like this.”

“Actually, not most blokes,” I correct. “I’ve known a few who haven’t.”

“Oh, like Misha?” He sneers. “Perfect Misha. I bet he’s so good with you.”

“Actually, he is,” I say calmly. I stare at him. “Oh my God,” I say in dawning realisation. “This is about him.”

“What’s about him?”

“Me and you.” I shake my head. “I should have seen it, the way you were always grabbing me whenever he was near. You just wanted to get one over on him.”

He laughs, but there’s a look on his face that shows me I’m half right. “Your imagination is very appropriate for someone who works with romance novels.”