Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Praise For Fiona Lowe
- Join My Newsletter
- 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
- Also by Fiona Lowe
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Book Club Questions
What the hell was his game? What did he want from her? Why had he bothered reconnecting after all those months? He was married! Why was he even on the dating site in the first place?
She wanted to move—run, hit—do something, anything that would release the fulminating rage inside her that was as much directed to herself as it was to the lying, cheating and conniving Tim. How could she have been so stupid? Why had she broken her new rules for this guy and committed to him without meeting him in real life? But she knew why.
He was the first man who’d reached out and right from the start, she’d fallen for him. She’d wanted him, so she’d convinced herself that their video calls were the same as sitting at a table across from each other. Their virtual sex had been so hot his words alone tipped her over the edge without much push from her fingers or her vibrator. All day today her body had been awash with lust from the anticipation of spending the night with him in the Airbnb she’d booked and paid for. Stupid!
Tim had a wife.
Her brain flailed, trying to wrap itself around this new and unwanted information. Thoughts of Libby filled Alice with another surge of rage. How could Tim look at Sasha with love in his eyes while betraying her by having an emotional affair with Alice? An emotional affair he certainly planned to make physical. Who was she kidding? Given what they’d said to each other, shown each other, the things they’d done on camera, “physical” was purely semantics. He’d actively sought her out and chosen her to cheat with on his wife.
Alice suddenly wanted a shower.
Was what Tim had done and planned to do worse than what Nick had done? Was Tim the Jess in this situation, using Alice? Had Tim dumped her months earlier for someone closer to home and now that had fizzled, he’d reappeared like the undead?
Worse than that, she’d been so desperate she’d fallen for it.
Humiliation joined nausea. For months, she’d been congratulating herself on taking control of her life when all she’d really been was a stupid and trusting idiot! Again! Only this time, she wasn’t the only person being cheated on. Sasha Classen deserved to know that her witty, charming, intelligent husband, the father of her two children, was a cheater.
A chance to regain her power flickered. Alice made a decision. She would find Tim’s wife and tell her.