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Chapters (59)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by
  4. Praise
  5. About the Book
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Part Two
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Discover more from Rachael English . . .
  57. Prologue
  58. Part One
  59. Chapter 1

Julian bristled. ‘For God’s sake, Nina, this isn’t the time for a scene. Sure we’ve got to talk, but not like this.’

She sent a box of dental floss, her final missile, zinging across the room and threw the washbag back onto the bed. ‘I lost my best friend. I hurt the man who loved me. I embarrassed my parents. To this day, there are people in Kilmitten who look at me like I’m not to be trusted.’

‘That says more about them than it does about you.’

‘I gave up a lot.’

Julian was retrieving his toiletries. ‘You did what you wanted to do. You were bored out of your mind and ready to move on. I provided an escape. Don’t paint yourself as some saintly innocent.’

‘I wasn’t bored. That’s not true. And I never expected that you’d treat me like this.’

‘You’re overwrought,’ he said, as he bent to collect the shaving foam. ‘We can discuss everything when I get back.’

Nina rocked on her heels. ‘Stop patronising me. I’m not “overwrought”, I’m angry. I have every right to be.’

He placed the bag, minus a couple of lost items, in the case and zipped it up. ‘I didn’t want us to end up like this. I’d like to sort everything out with as little fuss as possible.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘We both know our marriage is over.’

‘I see. You want us to separate, so you can live with Ms Lycra Pants. Is that what you’re saying?’

Julian lifted the case from the bed. ‘This isn’t the time to get emotional. I know it isn’t easy, but we can talk about it all next week. We’ll have to include Bea and Alannah too.’

Nina closed her eyes. She urged herself to sound strong. She didn’t want to be whiny. She didn’t want to be a victim. A loser. The scorned woman.

She opened them again. ‘Do me a favour and give your mistress a word of advice.’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Her lips are horrendous. No lie, they’re the worst I’ve seen. If you paid for them, you should ask for a refund.’

Julian’s mouth swung open. He looked at her as if she was mad. Perhaps she was.

Nina turned towards the door. She didn’t want him to see her face. Like he’d said, this wasn’t the time to get emotional.

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