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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

She waited a moment while Robert flicked through his mail before going to the lounge for his pre-dinner drink – he was a creature of habit, and she was wise to it, though little did he know it – and then followed him in.

His glass half full of whisky, Robert arched an eyebrow as she walked through the door. He would be surprised, she supposed. She normally retired to the orangery to read, leaving him to microwave his meal once he’d had his aperitif – often more than one. As Robert rarely read, and was therefore disinclined to join her, it was the only place she really felt able to relax.

‘Want one?’ Robert pointed his glass in her direction.

Diana shook her head. ‘Not yet, no.’ She would have one later, when Robert was out, which she had no doubt he would be, and she was free to talk to Michael without fear of him overhearing.

‘Good day?’ he asked her, taking a large gulp of his own drink and turning away.

‘Average,’ Diana answered. ‘You?’ she asked him, out of civility.

‘The usual. Firefighting, thanks to incompetent staff.’ Robert sighed, tipping his glass back again. ‘Dealing with morons.’

Diana watched him loosen his tie, looking suitably harassed and work-worn – for her benefit, she’d no doubt. He never failed to remind her that he worked his fingers to the bone day after day to provide her a luxurious lifestyle. A lifestyle she wouldn’t have if she wasn’t with him, as he’d also reminded her over the years. Little did he know that, in the absence of any funds from him other than those he deemed necessary, Diana had made provision of her own.

‘I gather you had a meeting with Jason today?’ she asked him. ‘Karla mentioned it,’ she supplied, when he glanced enquiringly in her direction.

‘I did,’ he said, with another discernible sigh. ‘Complete waste of time.’

‘I see,’ Diana said. ‘Why do you hate him so much, Robert?’ she asked him, wanting to catch him off guard.

She had, clearly. Turning back to her, Robert searched her face warily. ‘I don’t hate him,’ he refuted. ‘I don’t rate him, but I don’t hate him.’

‘You disliked him from the moment you set eyes on him,’ Diana reminded him scornfully.

‘He got our daughter pregnant, Diana. Is your memory that short?’