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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

Again, Jason wavered. This was nuts. He had a family. Except… he didn’t, did he? In fact, he’d never felt more alone in his life. His marriage had ended. That was an inescapable fact. He wanted to hold on to it, desperately wanted to do that, but he couldn’t. His business was finished. His life was crumbling. Was this really risking anything, then? He was talking to her, that was all. With the distance between them, it wasn’t likely to lead to anything more.

Jason took a breath, typed Love to, and hit send.

Twenty-Five

KARLA

I took this morning off, on top of the time I’ve already taken off ‘sick’, but I slip into my office just before lunchtime in order to do some necessary private online browsing. John, the chief executive, has his weekly meeting with the housing association’s development department manager this afternoon, so I’m confident I can steal a little more time. It’s gone two when I check the clock, and I calculate that John will be tied up for at least another hour, so I set about creating my Tinder profile, which according to information I’ve googled about this particular site needs to be kick-ass in order to stand out and get noticed by the right guys, for the right reasons. I’m not sure what my reasons are, who the right guys are. All I know is that the man I considered to be my Mr Right, my soulmate for life, isn’t. I don’t know what I want from these sites, other than to feel wanted, desired – to feel something other than the almost debilitating emptiness I now feel. Do I care if Jason knows I’m also playing the dating game? ‘Hooking up’ with other men? Sleeping with other men, which I know is the end game here?