Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- A Letter From Ruby
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Ruby Speechley
‘Oh God, Maddy, I’m so sorry,’ he said, shocked by the raw pain in her eyes. He wrapped her in his arms and let her cry silently on his shoulder.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maddy: October 2019
All the way home, Maddy’s head is a jumble of emotions. She wants to believe that Max is alive and well, but if he is, does that mean he’s living with that woman? Is she carrying his child? That’s insane. How dare he! She smacks the seat next to her. How long has this been going on? The photos suggest a year, maybe longer, but how can that be when he’s been with her and their girls? A lump forms in her throat. Her hand goes straight to her bump. She needs to stay strong but her eyes brim with tears.
Pulling onto the drive, she sits there staring at the garage door, not sure what to do next. The dogs won’t stop barking, so she forces herself to get up and go inside.
The dogs run into the garden as soon as she opens the back door, almost dragging it out of her hand. Who is this woman, Alison Wood? While the dogs belt up and down the lawn, she takes out her phone and taps the name into Google. There’s probably a million people called that. She’ll be impossible to find. But no, straight away a link comes up for all Alison Wood Facebook profiles. Without hesitation, Maddy clicks and a list of photos of different people with that name appears. She clicks on the face she recognises and Alison Wood’s whole life opens up to her.
She scrolls down her never-ending stream of posts: some are photos of her with friends at glamorous-looking parties, a nail bar having false nails stuck on, at the park with her son, on a merry-go-round, swings and football. She’s clearly much younger than Maddy, maybe as much as ten years? Her elfin features, tiny frame and the smallest eyes rimmed with electric blue eyeliner are finished off with ridiculously long false lashes. Down and down Maddy scrolls through this woman’s life. Cutsie cat GIFs, affirmation slogans, clips of beauty bloggers, celebrities on the red carpet. So much rubbish. Is this what her life is full of? Is this what Max really wants in a woman?