‘Like what?’ Jason raked a hand furiously through his hair. ‘For fu— There’s nothing to see! Why the hell would you think there was?'

‘I’m leaving,’ Karla said tearfully, walking around him.

Jason went after her. ‘All this because you found a photograph on my phone that someone sent to me? Were you looking for other evidence of my supposed… what? Browsing the internet for other women? Cheating on you? Is that it? Prompted by your loving father, no doubt, who would just love it if—’

‘Yes!’ Karla whirled back around, her sharp blue eyes blazing. ‘And I found it! You bastard!’

Jason stared at her, incredulous, for a second. Then, ‘Where?’ he asked, feeling suddenly way off kilter.

‘Right there.’ Karla nodded at his laptop, her expression one of utter contempt. ‘Scroll further back, Jason. The “evidence” is there, just as I thought it might be. Me!’ She banged a hand against her chest. ‘Not my father. Actually, I’m lying – I didn’t think I would find anything. I imagined that, being such a computer wizard, you would have deleted it.’

Ignoring the facetiousness of that comment, Jason attempted to pull his scrambled thoughts together. ‘It wasn’t me,’ he said eventually, denying it outright. ‘I haven’t… I wouldn’t—’

‘Liar!’ Karla screamed. ‘Do not compound what you’ve done with bullshit, Jason. I am not stupid! Are you going to tell me you haven’t been trawling dating sites? Your online activities are right there!’

‘I haven’t been near any bloody dating sites!’ Jason yelled back. ‘This is absolute bollocks. No way—’ He stopped, as the only explanation there was occurred to him. ‘Your father,’ he said, trying to recall. ‘My laptop was in the hall. He said he’d fallen over it. He couldn’t have. It was on the hall table, not—’

‘For God’s sake!’ Karla came back towards him and slammed the laptop lid shut. ‘Just stop! This is pathetic. You’re pathetic, trying to blame my father for this! Is he responsible for everything that’s gone wrong in your life?’

Jason was torn between laughing out loud, given the bombshell the bastard had just dropped, and smashing his fist through the nearest window.

‘Your bad business decisions?’ Karla went on, as he struggled with the urge to just spit out what the man had told him and be done with it. ‘Marrying me?’ She searched his face, her eyes full of incomprehension. ‘If you wanted out, Jason, all you had to do was—’

‘Whoa!’ Mark intervened from the door. ‘Cool it, you two.’

‘Ah, here he is. Our very own dating site Casanova,’ Karla’s tone was thick with sarcasm.

‘Not quite,’ Mark said, with a rueful smile. ‘It was me, Karla. Not Jason.’

Folding her arms, Karla tipped her head to one side, her expression somewhere between amusement and complete disdain.