It was a Thursday afternoon when Harriet finally decided to leave James.
They’d been together for three years. James had in many ways been the ideal partner – generous, considerate and supportive.
He was almost everything Harriet could wish for, except she didn’t love him truly, madly, deeply.
She still enjoyed his company, yet something was missing. Harriet knew instinctively that the spark just wasn’t there. She could no longer pretend.
When James left for work,