He can’t even turn it on, for goodness’ sake! He’s…he’s just…an asshole!Īnd he took the set of glass bowls we brought back from Venice. I threw the scissors down on the coffee table, and lots of little Edward-faces scattered everywhere. I’d just got through the album of our first year together when Maddie called. I carefully placed the tub of Chunky Monkey next to my economy-sized glass of white and alternated spoonfuls with cutting Edward’s face out of every photo ever taken of the two of us. The nosy old lady upstairs banged on the ceiling as I stumbled over to the freezer for another pint of Ben & Jerry’s finest. The door rattled in its frame as Edward slammed it behind him. I plastered on a grin I absolutely didn’t feel. Every time he got within touching distance, I couldn’t decide whether to stick pins in him or cry. I couldn’t cope with being in the same building as him, let alone the same room. ![]() Last time we’d spoken, I’d gone through an entire box of tissues, a tub of chocolate ice cream, and a bottle of wine afterwards. I know Edward hasn’t been very nice to me since…since the… incident, but I can cope with being in the same room as him for a couple more hours." I’d have loved the moral support, but with Maddie working shifts as a nurse and Dave’s overtime as an electrician, I understood how much they valued their evenings out. Maddie and Dave had been seeing each other for two years, and although he’d never surprised her with a trip to Antigua like Edward did for me one day, Dave also didn’t cancel date night at the last minute because a meeting came up. I knew that from the claws that squeezed my guts harder with every passing second. When’s he coming over to your place to pick up the rest of his stuff?" Maddie didn’t hold back with her filthy laugh. There was that, but still… He’s going to know it was me. She was wearing your Jimmy Choos when you caught them, remember?"Īnd look on the bright side, his little slut might borrow some of it for her own tresses. What had we done?ĭo you think the hair remover was a bit much? We giggled like schoolgirls as we ran towards the Tube station, but it wasn’t until we were sitting on the train that the guilt really hit. Ready to go? Maddie asked, hovering by the door. Six weeks he’d owned it, and we’d only taken a handful of trips before that awful day. We’d chosen the colour together, and he’d even ordered the heated seats because I didn’t like getting cold. Inside, I took one last look at his new Mercedes. I stuck it in my pocket and grabbed one end of the ladder, which we carried back to Edward’s garage. Grab that screwdriver, would you? We don’t want to give the game away by leaving evidence behind. Maddie clambered down the ladder, grinning. When he’d asked the assistant in John Lewis how sturdy it was, I’d had no idea what he had in mind. I’d chosen that dining table with him, for goodness’ sake. I wasn’t normally vindictive like that, you understand, but buoyed as I was by the glass of wine I’d drunk with lunch and the vivid memory of Edward boinking his personal assistant over his dining room table, it hadn’t taken much for Maddie to persuade me. Not only that, mixing his hideously expensive conditioner with hair removal cream and squishing it all back into both the bottle in the shower and the spare in the cupboard had taken longer than anticipated.īut we’d managed in the end, and now I was torn between shrieking with glee or backpedalling and putting everything back how it was. We should have had time to spare, but we’d got delayed taking down the curtain poles to put the hard-boiled eggs inside. Please, say Edward hadn’t left work early today. I glanced at my watch-almost seven o’clock. His professionally decorated cream-and-grey lounge would look wonderful covered in a hail of rainbow sparkles. ![]() I handed over one final tube of glitter and tapped my foot as she carefully sprinkled the contents along the fourth blade of my ex-boyfriend’s ceiling fan. I clung on tighter as my grip on sanity loosened.Īlmost done. She leaned to the side, and the ladder wobbled. Why are you whispering, Liv? He’s not here. We’d been best friends since primary school, an unbreakable bond that had formed the day Robbie Stevens called me a nasty name and she crawled under the table to tie his shoelaces together in revenge. I gripped the ladder with sweaty hands as Maddie balanced on top. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.Ī person or factor likely to have an unpredictable effect on events. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Published by Undercover Publishing Limited
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