Cameron smirks and claps me on the shoulder. I flinch and hope he doesn’t notice.

‘Gotcha. Yeah, I don’t deal with any of that stuff these days either. But I’ll get my numbers person to give yours a call and hopefully we can strike a deal. I think we can help each other out.’

‘Yes, I think so too,’ I reply. Which is true.

‘I’m on a three-line whip to come for dinner again tonight,’ Cameron adds. ‘Matt and Didier think I should put in another appearance for the dead man’s brother, and I need to stay in Didier’s good books. So I’ll see you later. Your lovely wife out of bed yet?’

I wince. It sounds so suggestive when he puts it like that. ‘Ria?’ I say pointedly. She has a name. ‘I think she’s feeling better, thank you.’

‘It’s been great to see her again. We go back a long way.’

‘Really?’ This is news to me. I feel a lurch of alarm. Ria and Cameron know each other? Since when? Is this something else she hasn’t told me about?

He does that weird bark/laugh again and it makes me shudder. ‘Ah, silly me – I forgot,’ he says, in a sly way which makes it clear he didn’t. ‘I wasn’t supposed to mention it. Not sure why – you’d need to ask her. She’s a dark horse, isn’t she? Yeah, we worked together. Long time ago. Practically a different lifetime, in fact.’

‘Oh yes, that does ring a bell actually,’ I lie. It definitely doesn’t. I would have remembered something like that. I feel sick. Why wouldn’t Ria have told me? I don’t want Cameron to know that my wife isn’t being honest with me, so I try my hardest to remain nonchalant, but all the while alarms are going off in my head. I’m sure he knew I didn’t know – I bet he only told me just now so that he can feel like he has the upper hand here.

Have they slept together? Is that it? Is that why she didn’t tell me they know each other? Is that why she asked him not to say anything? Is that why she keeps not wanting to come to dinner? Is that why she’s being so weird and strange this week and saying she wants to go home the whole time? Is that even why she doesn’t want to have children with me – does she still have a thing for him? My face grows hot and I need to be away from this man. I mumble something about being in touch soon and make a dash for the door.

Ria is in bed reading when I get back. She puts down her iPad and smiles at me. ‘Hey. How was the chalet tour?’

‘It was … illuminating,’ I say curtly.