Chapters (56)
- Books by Rona Halsall
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Three weeks later
- 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
- Ten days later
- Chapter Forty-One
- Seven months later
- Love You Gone
- Hear More from Rona
- A Letter from Rona
- Books by Rona Halsall
- Her Mother’s Lies
- The Honeymoon
- Keep You Safe
- Acknowledgements
- *
‘Nothing to worry about,’ he’d said with a reassuring smile that had made her palms greasy, because now she was committed to his deal. Committed to attending more than one event with him. Committed to lying to Matt at least twice.
He hadn’t elaborated any further on how many events constituted interest on nine thousand pounds, and she hadn’t wanted to ask, because then she might have to agree to a specific number. A large number, one that would stoke her anxiety to even higher levels. Better to wait and see how it goes, she decided. There was still a chance that eagle-eyed Julia would spot the two transfers and then it would be game over for both of them. Straight to prison. She shuddered at the thought, but at least if that happened, she’d have Hailey to step in to look after the children. One less thing to worry about – her contingency plan already in place.
Would the kids even miss me? she wondered. Or Matt? She remembered the mug of tea she’d made for her husband, still sitting on the worktop and put her own mug down, pushed her chair back. ‘I’ll just take Matt his tea,’ she said to Hailey as she stood. ‘Then he’ll know I’m home and I’ve not forgotten him.’
She opened the back door and walked the few steps to the garage, knocked on the door and waited. No answer, but she could hear voices and wasn’t sure if he was on the phone, doing a video chat, or if there was someone in there with him. She knocked again. ‘I made you a cup of tea,’ she called, her ear to the door. The voices didn’t stop. One of them sounded like a woman.
She listened, heard a tinkling laugh. Definitely a woman. Her scalp prickled and she knocked again, harder this time, a proper rapetty-rap-rap-rap! The voices went quiet and she tensed, remembering how annoyed he’d been the last time she’d interrupted with a drink a couple of days ago.
‘I’m running a bloody business,’ he’d snapped. ‘Trying to be professional. And it doesn’t look great if there’s someone in the background shouting through the door. I’ve got video meetings going on.’ She’d thought she was being supportive, but the force of his stare had made her feel two inches tall. ‘You’re making me look like an amateur.’