Wise old Mrs Merrow
Littlesea was everything the description said: a white stone cottage with beams and higgledy-piggledy walls and steps away from a tiny quay in a private bay. It would have been the perfect spot for honeymooners had it not had just the one single bed and cost about as much to hire for a week as a month in the Maldives, but when you had to get away in peak season, you had to pay up and shut up. And Sarah really did need to get away.
Sarah poured her heart out to a stranger swimming in the sea. About Liam’s affairs, his apologies… And Marina listened
She knew Liam had been seeing someone else, even though he told her she was delusional; she could sense it. His deception soaked the air of the house they shared: the beautiful five-bedroom new build they’d moved into last year. The atmosphere had been charged with an awful energy for months and she’d known “it” was starting again, spoiling yet another new start. There were too many prickles underneath her skin for her to ignore them because she’d been here too many times before.
After yet another sleepless night, she had gone downstairs and logged onto Liam’s laptop. She didn’t want to be the woman who did
