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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

And Jason’s gut constricted. ‘Will do.’ He forced the words out and tried very hard to oust the image that immediately sprang to mind: his baby girl’s image on the monitor, her heart beating sure and strong. A heart Fenton had never wanted to beat, a child he’d never wanted to come into being. He would have expunged her life. He would have had Karla abort her. And now he was supposed to pass on that child’s love to the man?

Jesus Christ. He couldn’t do this. He would never be able to live with it, would never get his head around it. How the hell did Fenton live with himself?

Hearing the front door close, Jason dragged in a ragged breath and held it. So, what could he do? Exhaling slowly, he studied himself hard in the mirror. Bail out now? Or save his marriage and give that child, both of his children, a chance of a decent future?

It wasn’t really open for debate any more, he realised. He cared about Karla and his kids, while Fenton never had and never would.

Determined to go through with it, whatever it cost him personally, Jason rebuttoned his shirt – and reached for his tie.

Twelve

KARLA

Skidding into my office terribly late, I make it my first priority to send Jason a quick good luck message, praying that the meeting with my father goes well for him, and then settle down to do some actual work. My presence has obviously been missed. Noting the mountain of post that should have been sorted departmentally and distributed by one of the admin assistants, I make a start on it, and then glance up as there’s a tap on the adjoining door.

‘Morning, Karla,’ says John, the chief executive, coming through from his office.