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locate it in my handbag by the front door. Just as I realise where it is, the ringing stops, and starts ringing again straight away.
    I rush to grab it because not many people have my mobile number, and usually if I miss a call, the caller will leave a message, not ring straight back. I grab my phone from my bag and see an unknown number calling. I connect the call and bring it to my ear, hesitant to speak.
    “Ella, dear?” a familiar voice says down the line.
    “Speaking.”
    “It’s Flora, Damon’s mother. How are you dear?”
    “I’m well, thank you Flora. How are you and George?”
    “We’re lovely, thank you. I’m just ringing to see if you and Damon are coming to Sunday lunch this week? I tried his phone but it went straight to voicemail.”
    “He’s in the shower. I’ll ask him to ring you when he’s out. I’m not sure of his plans.”
    “Lovely, dear. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome, Flora,” I say with a smile. I love Damon’s mum. She oozes motherly love.
    “I’ll hopefully see you soon.”
    “Okay. See you, Flora.
    “Bye Ella,” she says before hanging up.
    I place my phone on the table and think about Damon’s family. I don’t want them getting hurt when I take Damon down. They don’t deserve it. For my plan to work I need his family on my side. They need to find out about the kiss and feel sorry for me. Damon needs to feel guilty.
    That means I can’t go for Sunday roast this week. I need them to find out about the kiss and think I was too hurt and upset to turn up. A little slip to his family in a week or two would be perfect for them to start seeing Damon for who he really is.  
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    Damon takes the day off work and we spend it lounging around, watching films and pigging out. Damon doesn’t turn his phone on all day and he doesn’t call his mum back. He said he’ll take care of it tomorrow but today was all about taking care of me.

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    JUNE 13 TH 2014
     
    I can’t sleep. My brain won’t shut down, won’t give me peace to rest, won’t stop images of Leona wrapped around Damon flying through my head every time I shut my eyes. It’s all I see. We had a good day yesterday.
    Damon was kind and extremely attentive to how I was feeling, constantly asking me if I was okay, and smothering me in hugs and kisses.  It felt good at the time, but now... my stomach churns, my eyes water, and I choke back a sob.
    It’s dark outside, still the dead of the night, but that doesn’t stop the thoughts swirling around my head.
    I should have walked away the minute I found out I was carrying Damon’s child. I should have run and not looked back.
    I didn’t.
    Instead I decided that we could do this. That Damon could be my forever.
    I was wrong.
    I roll over and climb from Damon’s bed, careful not to wake him. I need time away from him, time to regain control, time to think about my future. I didn't realise this would be so exhausting. My mind is a constant whirl of mixed emotions and it’s wearing me down. My hand drops to my stomach as I walk from Damon’s room, quietly shutting the door behind me, and continue down stairs to the kitchen. 
    Tears fill my eyes as I seat myself on a barstool at the island and rest my head in my hands. How has my life turned upside down so quickly? The only good thing to come out of the last three years has been my jellybean.
    My jellybean that I need to protect with everything I am. My eyes stream, wetting my cheeks as my tears spill over. Maybe I just need to leave. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take on Damon, to break him.
    I accepted his marriage proposal only so I can destroy him, but the more time I’ve had inside my head as he sleeps, the more time I’ve had to realise that by following through with my plans I could cause harm to my baby. I’m not prepared to do that. 
    Damon has a way of breaking through my defences. He has a way of making me weak for him, making me depend on him.
    I can’t let him do that. I