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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
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  63. BOOK CLUB QUESTIONS
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Charles had let himself into the house and shut the front door behind him. He had a key, then, Grace thought as she climbed out of the car and locked the door. She was starting to feel a little annoyed with Charles. He had made all that fuss about her keeping away from Ray and Melissa, and now here he was spending time with the pair of them in secret. On top of that, he clearly did it often enough to let himself into the house. Grace was going to have to talk to him about this. It would mean confessing that she too had been to the house, but at least then everything would be out in the open.

Feeling that the coast was probably clear now that Charles was inside, Grace started to walk the few yards towards the house, pulling her scarf up around her head tightly. She wished she had a hood or a hat. Maybe some dark glasses? She was enjoying herself again now. She was wasted as a baroness! She should have been a spy.

As she approached number 5, Grace risked a sneaky look through the window. Then she stopped short, all thoughts of passing incognito forgotten. Charles, her Charles, was standing with little Leah on his hip. He had one arm around her to keep her steady and the other was pulling Melissa in towards him until her mouth touched his.

Grace stared, waiting for her brain to make sense of what her eyes were seeing. It was suddenly horribly apparent exactly what Charles was doing in Whitley Bay and why he had let himself into this stranger’s house.

Grace found that her feet wouldn’t move. She just stood and watched – there was no danger of either of them spotting her standing there now. Their kiss was far too passionate to allow for distractions.

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GRACE – THEN

Grace just stood there watching as her husband embraced his brother’s wife. Bile rose in her throat and she put a shaking hand to her mouth as she tried to process what she saw. There must be an explanation that was different to the one that was screaming in her brain, demanding to be heard. But Grace knew that there wasn’t. It was totally apparent to her what was going on here. Her husband was having an affair.