I let out a half-laugh half-snort. ‘Don’t treat me like an idiot. Are you going to make out I imagined it now?’

‘Not imagined it, no. But you were extremely drunk, Grace. Bear in mind I was totally sober that night, so I think I’ve probably got a better memory of events than you have.’

He’s good. But not good enough.

‘Oh, my memory is just fine, don’t you worry. I don’t forget things. I don’t have memory lapses. I don’t do things and then wipe them from my mind.’ As I speak, I can feel myself getting more and more worked up, angrier and angrier at the man who tried to ruin my life and is now standing before me, trying to deny it.

‘What on earth are you talking about, Grace? What’s going on?’

‘I know what you’ve been doing, Tom,’ I tell him, my voice shaking with anger. ‘I know who you are.’

His gaze turns less confused, more serious. ‘Alright. Go on then. Tell me.’

‘You forwarded that email to Matilda, didn’t you? The one I sent to Sue.’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘Yes you do. You don’t need to tell me, though. I know. Here’s something you can tell me, though. How did you find out where my nan lived? How did you get into the house? Why did you take the necklace?’

As he looks at me, his face blank and expressionless, I can see he knows exactly what I’m talking about. He knows. He did it.

‘What necklace? Honestly, Grace, I don’t know what you’re going on about.’

‘The one you took from my nan’s house and hid in my coffee jar, because you knew that’s exactly where my mum and dad would find it when they came over. You knew they were looking for it, you knew they were upset and you wanted to make it look as though I’d stolen it.’

‘This is crazy. Why the hell would I want to do that?’

‘To push me away from them, and them from me. Because that’s what you do, isn’t it? You try to isolate women from their family and friends. That’s why you told Cath I’d made that Bridezilla comment. It’s why you blocked her number on my phone. You knew it’d drive a wedge between us. That’s why you forward that work email to Matilda. You knew we’d lose her as a client and I’d potentially lose my job. I’d have become emotionally and financially dependent on you. And that’s been your aim all along.’

‘Jesus Christ, Grace. Where has this all come from? It’s absolute madness. How on earth do you expect me to have broken into a house I didn’t know about or forwarded emails from an account I have no access to?’

‘That’s what I want you to tell me. I want you to admit what you are and what you’ve been trying to do, and I want you to tell me every detail. I have a right to know.’