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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. The Break Up
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. Dear Reader …
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. About the Publisher

‘Edi, we really don’t need to make a thing about this.’

I frowned. ‘Don’t we?’

‘We’re done, aren’t we? You’re gay now and we’re done. That’s that.’

‘Don’t be a dick about it, Rowan.’ The words came out of my mouth, but I felt a strong sense of Lily, Betty, Cora. ‘This doesn’t have to be the world’s worst or first break-up. And I’m not gay, I’m … Do you know what, actually, it’s none of your business what I am at the moment, and you’d be doing yourself a favour if you remembered who wanted—’

‘Christ, are you actually about to blame the break on me, again?’

It knocked me. Have I blamed you too much? I wondered, but I tried to shake the thought away before I could buy it. ‘Remind you that the break that was your idea, you mean? I don’t remember being in a rush to suggest you sleep with other women.’

He snorted. ‘No, but weirdly enough it didn’t take you long to.’

‘Well, maybe you should have thought through the possibility that someone else in the world might want to have sex with me apart from you.’ I spoke plainly, didn’t raise my voice or rush. But I wanted the truth out there, neatly wrapped with a bow for him to pull apart with his friends over beers – or with a counsellor when he finally worked through his issues with his parents. ‘It didn’t even occur to you, did it,’ I added, when he let the silence stretch out, ‘that someone else might want me?’

He shook his head. ‘Who are you these days?’

‘Edi, still. Who are you?’

‘You don’t think you’ve changed, at all, in the last few months?’

My stomach rumbled with nerves, but I swallowed hard and pulled in a breath. ‘How is this about me all of a sudden?’

‘You’re the one who finished things!’ He was shouting now. ‘I thought we were happy.’

‘Then why did we need to sleep with other people?’

His shoulders dropped. ‘You wanted that as well, Edi, don’t make out you didn’t.’

But I didn’t; did I? I couldn’t work out whether it was a question for Rowan or myself. Still, if I’d been in the right relationship I would have been able to ask the question aloud, voice the concerns, share the—

‘Are you saying you didn’t?’ he rushed in when I didn’t answer.