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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. REWRITE THE STARS
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Epigraph
  6. i
  7. ii
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Epilogue
  35. Acknowledgements
  36. About the Author
  37. Also by Emma Heatherington
  38. About the Publisher

‘There’s a taxi on the way for me now,’ he tells me, busying himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and pretending to adjust his tie. Anything to appear distracted so he doesn’t have to look at me. ‘Maybe this time away from each other will do us both good, yeah? Who knows, it might help you finally make up your mind as to what you want from life, or even if you want to be married at all.’

Oh God, no, I don’t want to hear that. I feel like I’m being smothered by a flurry of words and feelings that have got way out of hand. I clench my fists and then stretch my palms, wanting to physically cling to Jack in desperation and beg him not to leave me like this.

‘Jack, this is all wrong,’ I tell him, trying to get him to look my way even though I feel hideous and ugly for making him so upset as he’s embarking on one of the highlights of his whole career. ‘Please just listen to me. Let me take you to the airport and we can talk along the way.’

He shakes his head.

‘You don’t seem to have anything to add to what has been already said,’ he reminds me. ‘I’ve asked you why you didn’t tell me before now but you don’t seem to want to share the big secret. I even asked you if you still loved him and you couldn’t say yes or no. I’m also wondering why you made me endure that shit show last night while you sat there pretending how you might vaguely remember him. I think he was their drummer? Why the lies, Charlotte? You’ve got nothing to say to me!’

I try and think of why I lied. I try and make my brain work and remember why on earth I didn’t tell my own husband of the part I played in Matthew’s accident and how I’ve been trying to bury it since.

‘I was afraid, Jack!’ I finally spit out to him. ‘I was afraid to tell you because every time Tom Farley’s name is brought up it seems to cause huge trouble in my life. I was afraid to tell you how it was me and my ex-lover who upset Matthew so much that he drove his car into a ditch and was almost killed because of it. I was afraid to bring it up. I’ve never discussed it with anyone until now. I was trying to forget it!’