BooksBarbecue
Back The Marriage Trap: A completely addictive psychological thriller Save as PDF
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

‘Bye,’ I answer. I know he’ll be looking disappointed he doesn’t get a hug too. I don’t look back.

Ten

JASON

Great! Jason groaned inwardly. First, he rings him – on a Saturday – not asking, but demanding he go to his office. Then he turns up at his house. The man was bloody well haunting him. As he looked at Robert’s car, parked in front of his home, Jason wondered whether to turn around and go back to his office, particularly as Fenton had had the gall to block his drive. No doubt there was a not-so-subtle message therein. That being that he was entitled to park where he liked, since he’d paid for the house. Prick.

About to park behind the car, a gleaming Mercedes-Benz S-Class Coupe, which would have cost upwards of a hundred grand, Jason reversed sharply, pulling around to park in front of it instead. He was being juvenile, but he was sick to his back teeth of standing in the great Robert Fenton’s shadow. Would the man not just stay out of their lives? It was the weekend. Could they never be free of him? Granted, Jason wasn’t where he should be – at home with his family – but he would quite like to be now, and that picture most definitely didn’t include his sodding father-in-law.

So, what was he doing here? Stupid question. After climbing out of his car, Jason slammed the door and headed past Fenton’s statement car and along the drive he hadn’t been allowed access to. He was obviously in there trying to influence Karla, just like he’d tried so hard to persuade her not to marry him. Jason felt the same repulsion he’d felt back then, when he’d overheard him asking her if she couldn’t have found someone more suitable to give her virginity to. He’d been sick to his soul, listening to him trying to manipulate her, coercing her, as he did to so many people: staff too scared to stand up to him; young women who he sexually harassed, for Christ’s sake. And Karla knew damn well he did. She’d seen him last night with her own eyes. Yet still she refused to discuss it whenever Jason tried to point out he was not the kind of man he wanted dealings with of any sort, let alone in his kids’ lives. Why the hell had she let him just waltz in tonight? Jason supposed she couldn’t have texted him to warn him he was here, since he’d left his phone at home, but surely she must realise that her father was the last person he wanted to see after their argument about him when they’d arrived home from the party? They’d slept in separate rooms. They’d argued about him most of their married life. How plain could Jason make it that he did not want him here?