She’s been in my bedroom. Eva has been in my bedroom. My bedroom. I don’t know when, or where I was, but I know I’ve never taken her in there. I knew she’d been sleeping with my fiancé but, call me naïve, I never actually believed they’d done it in my house, in my bedroom, in my bed.

Daniel holds his board up, and their answer is a match.

I touch my cheek with the back of my hand. I don’t know if it’s just warm tonight, a touch of sunburn, or because I am fuming, but I feel as if my face is radiating heat.

‘Question three,’ Zoey says.

At this point, I don’t even want to be here any more. Not just taking part in this competition, I don’t even want to be on the same island as them.

‘Where were you the first time you said you loved each other?’

Freddie squeezes me tighter.

I suppose this serves me right, for thinking I could get one up on them by playing some stupid game.

If I were answering this, my answer would be the park. When we were dating, as he started to open up a bit more, Daniel said he wanted us to go for a walk. We’d never been for a walk before, that wasn’t really something we did for fun, but I was just so happy to be spending time with him, I didn’t care where we were or what time it was. I was pleasantly surprised, during out first sunset walk together, when he just blurted out that he loved me. I immediately knew I loved him too.

Eva holds up her board, which reads ‘park’.

Are you fucking kidding me? Is this what he does? He takes girls to the park, walks them around a bit and then tells them that he loves them? Oh, he must think he’s so smooth, strolling woman after woman through the trees, before sitting them down on the grass, facing the sunset, tucking their hair behind their ear before whispering his phoney declaration of love into their ear. At the time, I thought he was wonderful. Now, I think he’s a massive creep, and as for Eva… She isn’t just intruding in my relationship and my bedroom, she’s invading my memories now, tainting them, claiming them for her own, just as she’s doing with everything else.

Of course, her answer is correct.

Zoey is pulling questions out of a box, so she has no idea what’s coming. I wish I knew; this is torture. Each question seems to wind me up even more than the previous one.

‘Question four… what was the first thing you argued about?’

Eva dances in her seat excitedly. She knows this one.

For some reason, it upsets me even more to know that they argue; it legitimises them as a couple. It’s normal for couples to argue, and it bothers me that they do, even more than the idea of them exchanging ‘I love you’s’.