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Chapters (45)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-one
  22. Chapter Twenty-two
  23. Chapter Twenty-three
  24. Chapter Twenty-four
  25. Chapter Twenty-five
  26. Chapter Twenty-six
  27. Chapter Twenty-seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-one
  32. Chapter Thirty-two
  33. Chapter Thirty-three
  34. Chapter Thirty-four
  35. Chapter Thirty-five
  36. Chapter Thirty-six
  37. Chapter Thirty-seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-one
  42. Chapter Forty-two
  43. Chapter Forty-three
  44. Chapter Forty-four
  45. Acknowledgements

I should have looked in the bags. They’re probably full of evidence. I’ve got enough and I need to push forward now. Make a plan. If I’m honest with myself I know where he will be. He’ll be with a woman. He can’t seem to manage without one, this stranger who I’ve been imagining is still my husband. Or two. He needs this place to bring his one-night stands to while he lives with someone else.

He was still seeing Louise Shaw towards the very end of our time together. I worked it out from the hairstyle on the photos. Just before we went to the very first marriage guidance, he changed his normally slicked-back curls to a tight crew cut. Neat, professional. I gasped inwardly when I saw him; I still lusted after him even though I hated him. It didn’t really surprise me that other women wanted him because, to me, he was the perfect man.

On some of the pictures in the journal, the ones taken with Louise in a blue dress drinking cocktails, I noticed he had that haircut. I suddenly realise that I would have been desensitised by then. I’d looked at so many photos of him with other women that I kind of skimmed the ones at the end. But one thing’s for sure. He’s with Louise Shaw right now. She’s there while he posts those insults about me.

It’s getting cold and I don’t want to be here all night. So I creep back round to the car and drive away. As I leave, I see that woman standing at the door of the flats. She’s on her mobile.

I take the back lanes to the hotel. The car park is quiet, only two cars as well as mine, so I stay here and check the Facebook thread. More shares and more likes suggest that a lot of people know what a #cheatingbastard Jack is. I log onto Twitter and it’s even better. #Jacksthedaddy is still trending and more women are sharing their stories.

I check his profile and a few people have liked his statement. From the looks of it, more people believe me now. More and more people are seeing him for exactly who he is. No doubt his bent fucking solicitor is monitoring the situation. What can he do, though? It’s the truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Chapter Twenty-seven