‘It’s not illegal. Trust me, you signed up to all this voluntarily. Plus, I don’t think you want to be talking to the police right now, do you?’

‘What do you mean?’ My voice wavered.

‘They wanted to speak to you. Why? That man who drove into the tree, that was him?’

I nodded miserably. No point in denying it. Nick said, in a low voice, ‘I’m glad he’s dead.’

I made myself sound scared, which wasn’t hard, since I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. ‘We have to think of the baby. Nora – I’m afraid she might hurt us.’ I cradled my bump. ‘Our baby’s in danger, Nick.’

‘Our baby?’ he sneered.

The pause between us went on too long. ‘Of course it’s—’

‘I know you did your best to make it not mine. Suggesting the wrong times in the month. You think I can’t count? You really think I didn’t have my own apps that timed your cycles? That I don’t know how to hack yours – it’s all online, for God’s sake!’ Of course he did. I was so stupid. Relying on those apps, when they only knew what you told them. ‘All those years with no baby, then you’d act so sad, but then you’re smiling and cracking open a bottle, we’ll try next month, have a drink. As if you ever stopped drinking. Then you’re pregnant, after all that time? I’m not stupid, Suzi.’ He stopped in front of me, and I wished I was standing, because I suddenly felt very vulnerable, my bump weighing me down. ‘Is it his?’

For once, I told the truth. What was the point in lying, pretending I’d never slept with anyone but Nick? There was nothing left to save here. I could see that now. ‘I – I don’t know. It could be.’

‘Jesus.’ He rubbed his eyes with balled fists.

‘Nick, I’m sorry. I never meant to end up here. But we have. So what are we going to do?’

He shrugged. ‘I want this baby. I might not have another chance, and this one will at least have my name, even if it’s not mine. But you – I’m done with you, Suzi. You’re a whore.’

I should have been more upset, hearing this word, knowing my marriage was falling apart, but I wasn’t. I had known it for weeks, deep down, and there was a certain relief that he was the one pushing it over the cliff. Not my fault, that way. Not my decision. Very calmly I said, ‘Right, so what, you’ll move out till I have the baby?’

Nick gave a nasty little laugh. ‘I’m not going anywhere. This is my house – my dad’s money paid for it. You think I’d let you keep it?’