Chapters (84)
- Chapter one
- Chapter two
- Chapter three
- Chapter four
- Chapter five
- Chapter six
- Chapter seven
- Chapter eight
- Chapter nine
- Chapter ten
- Chapter eleven
- Chapter twelve
- Chapter thirteen
- Chapter fourteen
- Chapter fifteen
- Chapter sixteen
- Chapter seventeen
- Chapter eighteen
- Chapter nineteen
- Chapter twenty
- Chapter twenty-one
- Chapter twenty-two
- Chapter twenty-three
- Chapter twenty-four
- Chapter twenty-five
- Chapter twenty-six
- Chapter twenty-seven
- Chapter twenty-eight
- Chapter twenty-nine
- Chapter thirty
- Chapter thirty-one
- Chapter thirty-two
- Chapter thirty-three
- Chapter thirty-four
- Chapter thirty-five
- Chapter thirty-six
- Chapter thirty-seven
- Chapter thirty-eight
- Chapter thirty-nine
- Chapter forty
- Chapter forty-one
- Chapter forty-two
- Chapter forty-three
- Chapter forty-four
- Chapter forty-five
- Chapter forty-six
- Chapter forty-seven
- Chapter forty-eight
- Chapter forty-nine
- Chapter fifty
- Chapter fifty-one
- Chapter fifty-two
- Chapter fifty-three
- Chapter fifty-four
- Chapter fifty-five
- Chapter fifty-six
- Chapter fifty-seven
- Chapter fifty-eight
- Chapter fifty-nine
- Chapter sixty
- Chapter sixty-one
- Chapter sixty-two
- Chapter sixty-three
- Chapter sixty-four
- Chapter sixty-five
- Chapter sixty-six
- Chapter sixty-seven
- Chapter sixty-eight
- Chapter sixty-nine
- Chapter seventy
- Chapter seventy-one
- Chapter seventy-two
- Chapter seventy-three
- Chapter seventy-four
- Chapter seventy-five
- Chapter seventy-six
- Chapter seventy-seven
- Chapter seventy-eight
- Chapter seventy-nine
- Chapter eighty
- Chapter eighty-one
- Chapter eighty-two
- Chapter eighty-three
- Chapter eighty-four
‘Is that all anyone thinks about me?’ I have to admit this is the one thing that is worrying me most. That and having to go to the toilet behind a bush. Lack of civilised sanitary facilities has always been one of my main reasons for eschewing the great outdoors.
Jake’s shoulders sag and he slumps into the chair. ‘Don’t do this,’ he says. ‘Please don’t do this.’
And for a moment, I nearly forget that I’m not supposed to love him anymore. I can’t stand this space, this void, between us. I look at his face and it is creased with concern. And, bizarrely, I think it’s concern for me. This is a man who up until the day he left lay with his arms around me while he slept—is that usually a sign of someone who has a mistress?
‘I feel this is all my fault,’ Jake says.
I feel it is all Jake’s fault too. ‘You washed your hands of me, Jake,’ I say flatly. ‘You left when I needed you most.’
Jake hangs his head.
‘You needed a change and you went for it without another thought.’ I was feeling really wobbly about this, but Jake’s concerns are only serving to make me determined to be positive. ‘It’s time for me to do the same. A complete change.’
Jake sits and doesn’t say anything. He looks into the middle distance and then turns and stares out of the window.
‘I have stuff to do, Jake,’ I say.
He sits forward in his seat and I think the circles round his eyes have darkened. ‘Let me take you to the airport.’
‘No. No way.’ I shake my head. ‘I wouldn’t even let Edie or Mum come. I’ve had enough emotional goodbyes recently.’
Jake stands and heads for the door. And it’s all I can do not to cry.
My heartbreakingly gorgeous ex-lover opens the door. ‘Lyssa, if you could turn back the clock, would you?’
‘To when?’ I ask lightly. ‘To last week? To pre-IVF days? To when you still loved me? To before I ever laid eyes on you?’
‘I hope this works out for you,’ Jake says sadly.
I can’t speak. It’s too risky.
‘I still care for you,’ he adds.
‘Go.’ ‘Go’ is the shortest complete sentence in the English language and it’s also the saddest.
Jake goes.