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for their safety.
    ‘You should just—’ Anna stopped.
    She’d become invisible. Alex was staring right over her shoulder, past her. She knew that look but with a shock of recognition, realised she hadn’t seen it on Alex’s face for a million years. It was lust. It was a purely masculine reaction to a woman. And it was directed at someone else.
    Her heart began to pound. Everything suddenly got too loud. The scrape of Alex’s chair against the floor as he stood, buttoning his suit and straightening his shoulders. The conversations all around Anna had become a buzzing white noise. The smell of frothing milk made her feel sick and there was a hammer pulsing in her head.
    She followed Alex’s gaze to see a woman approaching the table; a slinky, tall blonde in a black suit and heels. Anna watched them acknowledge each other. The woman darted a split-second glance at Anna before swishing her hair over her shoulder with the flip of a hand and giving Alex a furtive smile. He straightened his tie and smiled back.
    Anna stiffened. She felt the uncontrollable rage build up inside her. Her teeth clenched together with such force she thought she might crack a filling and a surge of heat fired up her body from her shoes to her hair. She was shaking and she couldn’t seem to stop it.
    At that moment, the waiter arrived with their coffees. Alex slowly sat down, all his attention on the perfect arse of the blonde who’d just walked out of the café.
    ‘Thanks,’ he muttered. ‘About time.’
    Anna needed that coffee but her fingers were shaking so much she was afraid she might drop it. She stared at the brown froth rippling in the small white cup. The barista had created a fancy heart design in the milk.
    ‘Did you do that on purpose?’
    ‘What are you talking about?’
    If Anna wasn’t mistaken there was a sneer in Alex’s voice and on his lips. ‘That woman. The one you just said hello to. Is she one of them?’
    Alex leaned over the table. His eyes were cold, unrecognisable. ‘It’s none of your business. You gave up all rights to know anything about me when you decided that you didn’t want to be a lawyer’s wife.’
    Anna’s shaking fingers clenched into fists. ‘When exactly did I do that?’
    ‘For God’s sake, Anna. You made that choice years ago when you chose being a local bloody GP over being my wife. I’m about to be made a partner and I need someone who’ll be a lawyer’s wife. I don’t need a bolshie Italian from the ’burbs who’s still fighting the class war.’
    It took Anna every bit of strength she had to hold back her rage at this man. She had wanted to be his wife. Had wanted a life with him and to be loved by him with all the promise of their courtship, for all the years they lived. She’d believed her wedding vows. They hadn’t been simple words for her. They’d been a solemn promise to Alex. To her family. To herself.
    And now it was all ending in this betrayal. His deliberate and calculating betrayal and the cold way he was justifying it.
    ‘Who the fuck are you?’ Anna looked at the stranger sitting opposite her. Who was he, this man who had lied and cheated; a man who had fundamentally changed under her very nose without her realising it.
    ‘I’m a man who is moving on, Anna. I suggest you do the same.’
    Moving on? She suddenly wanted to scream at the top of her lungs: Guess what, Alex? I’ve already done it and in one night he was a better lover than you ever were . She saw Joe’s face and remembered how she’d felt in his arms. Desired. Free. A woman who for one night didn’t care about what other people would say. That feeling of mysterious confidence surged through her like a drug. Her fingers stopped shaking. She could breathe again. The only thing she wanted to do to Alex now was walk away from him.
    ‘Why did you want to meet me, Alex? We could have done all this on the phone.’
    The crowd of people at the table next to them all stood at once, their chairs