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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Books by Sheryl Browne
  3. Dedication
  4. KARLA
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Epilogue
  54. The Affair
  55. Hear more from Sheryl
  56. Books by Sheryl Browne
  57. A Letter from Sheryl
  58. The Babysitter
  59. The Second Wife
  60. Acknowledgements

‘For God’s…’ Jason closed his eyes, feeling weary to his soul. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Karla. The kids were hungry. How was I supposed to know you were cooking? You haven’t been here half the time.’

‘You could have rung me,’ Karla said. ‘Texted me.’

Right. Jason shook his head cynically. And she would have answered? He’d texted her a million times – during the day; every evening when she went missing. He’d left messages. She never got back to him.

‘But then again, I expect you were a bit busy, weren’t you? Texting your tart!’

Jesus. Jason said nothing. She had every right. But with the kids nearby? Again? There was no way he was getting into this.

‘Where are you going?’ Karla demanded, as he headed for the door.

‘To the lounge,’ Jason answered quietly, his back to her. ‘To get a drink. I’m not up for another argument, Karla. Not with the kids in the house. End of.’

Watching Karla walk past the lounge door to the stairs a minute later, Jason made his drink a large one. Massaging his neck, he sipped slowly, wondering what she might be about to do. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom overhead, but he really had no clue. She was so unpredictable. He hoped she didn’t climb back into bed, crawling under the duvet and staying there, as if she’d given up. He couldn’t stand to see her like that. Couldn’t stand any of it. He had to try to talk to her. If he couldn’t tell her the whole truth about what her father had told him, he had to try to reach out to her. She was hurting and he couldn’t fix it. Though he might not ever have been able to fix things, even if Robert Fenton hadn’t delivered the news he had. Mark hadn’t used his PC while his was running a health check. He was trying to help him out of a hole, he’d told him. Which could only mean that Fenton had. In creating that false browsing history, the bastard had already as good as succeeded in breaking up their marriage anyway, fulfilling his long-held aim to do just that.

Anger boiling up inside him. Jason knocked his drink back. He needed not to be doing this – drinking too much with the kids to look after. He shouldn’t have got paralytic that night, when he’d figured that if he was being accused of looking for other women, he might as well be. He’d regretted it, wondered what the hell had possessed him. Now though, he was beginning to feel differently. Without Jessie to talk to, he was sure he would have gone half out of his mind.