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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 you need to learn a little respect, Josh Connolly,’ Karla warned him, which prompted a moody glare from Holly as she followed her brother out.

Running his hand over his neck, Jason decided that not commenting might be prudent. ‘Are their lunches in the fridge?’ he asked instead.

Karla stopped loading up the dishwasher and walked across to open the fridge. ‘Oh?’ she said, a puzzled look on her face as she gazed inside it. ‘The paid staff are slacking, obviously.’ She banged the door shut. ‘I’d sack them, if I were you. I mean, we wouldn’t want the lodger having to lift a finger to help out with the domestic chores, would we?’

He’d asked for that, Jason supposed. ‘I’ll grab something on the way,’ he said quietly.

‘Good idea.’ Karla went back to the dishwasher. ‘You can grab something for dinner as well. I won’t be here.’

‘No problem.’ Jason furrowed his brow. ‘Are you out tonight then?’ he asked tentatively.

‘As it happens, yes,’ Karla said. She didn’t look at him. She hadn’t looked at him full on since he’d come back to casually break her heart. ‘I’m going into work this afternoon and then out straight after, so I won’t have time to cook,’ she informed him. ‘But it’s actually none of your business any more, what I do, is it?

She was right. She had no obligation to share anything with him any more. Jason swallowed back a deep sense of grief.

‘God, now the dishwasher’s not working.’ Running her hands through her newly cropped hair, Karla fixed her gaze on the ceiling. ‘Why?’ she asked, her voice tight. ‘Why is this happening? What did I do – apart from fall in love with you – that was so wrong?’

Her eyes were full of crushing hurt as they came back to his, and Jason knew he wasn’t wrong. Whatever Fenton had said – attempting to drive the last nail into the coffin – she hadn’t just stopped loving him. Had she?

He watched a slow tear slide down her cheek, and his heart almost cracked inside him. ‘Karla, don’t.’ He wanted to reach out to her but stopped himself. ‘None of this is your fault.’

‘No?’ Karla did look at him then, her sharp blue eyes a kaleidoscope of bewildered emotion. ‘But it’s not your fault, is it, Jason?’ The facetious tone was back, along with bitter disillusionment. ‘I mean, you’re just such an all-round great guy. You would never do anything that might risk your marriage, would you? Risk ruining your children’s lives?’

Dragging her gaze away from him, she turned to walk out of the kitchen, leaving Jason feeling like the worst hypocrite that ever walked the earth.

Twenty-Four

JASON