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Luke stayed with me all night too. But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. So I pretended I was asleep, even this morning when he quietly said, “Becky? Are you awake?”
Now he’s gone off to take a shower and I’ve opened my eyes. It’s a really nice room, with soft green walls and even a little sofa. But who cares, when my life is over? What does anything matter anymore?
I know two out of three marriages fail, or whatever it is. But I honestly thought…
I thought we were…
Roughly, I brush a tear away. I’m not going to cry.
“Hello?” The door opens and a nurse pushes in a trolley. “Breakfast?”
“Thanks,” I say, my voice croaky, and I sit up as she plumps my pillows around me. I take a sip of tea and eat a piece of toast, just so the baby has something to keep it going. Then I check my reflection in my compact mirror. God, I look like crap. I’ve still got on the remnants of last night’s makeup, and my hair has frizzed from the rain. And the so-called “hydrating” drip has done nothing for my skin.
I look like a reject.
I gaze at myself, feeling bitter. It’s what happens to everyone. You get married and you think everything’s great, but all the time your husband was having an affair and then he leaves you for another woman with red swishy hair. I should have seen it coming. I never should have relaxed.
I gave that man the best years of my life, and now I’m tossed aside for a newer model.
Well, OK, I gave him a year and a half of my life. And she’s older than me. But still.
There’s another movement at the door and I stiffen. A moment later it opens and Luke cautiously makes his way in. There are faint shadows beneath his eyes, I notice, and he’s cut himself shaving.
Good. I’m glad he did.
“You’re awake!” he says. “How are you feeling?”
I nod, clamping my lips together. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset. I’m going to keep my dignity, even if it means I can only talk in monosyllables.
“You look better.” He sits down on the bed. “I was worried about you.”
Again I hear Venetia’s cool, assured voice: Luke’s just playing along to keep you happy. I look up and meet his gaze, willing him to give himself away, searching for some chink in his façade. But he’s putting on the best act I’ve ever seen. A concerned, loving husband at his wife’s bedside.
I’ve always known Luke was good at PR. It’s his job. It’s made him a millionaire. But I never realized he could be this good. I never knew he could be this…double-faced.
“Becky?” Now he’s searching my face. “Is everything OK?”
“No. It’s not.” There’s silence as I summon up all my strength. “Luke…I know.”
“You know?” Luke’s tone is easy but at once there’s a guarded look in his eyes. “Know what?”
“Don’t pretend, OK?” I swallow hard. “Venetia told me. She told me what’s been going on.”
“She told you?” Luke gets to his feet, his face aghast. “She had no right—” He breaks off and turns away. And I feel a sickening thud deep inside me. Everything is suddenly hurting. My head, my eyes, my limbs.
I hadn’t realized how hard I was clinging to a last shred of hope. That somehow Luke would sweep me up in his arms, explain everything away, and tell me he loved me. But the shred’s melted away. It’s all over.
“Maybe she thought I ought to know.” Somehow I muster tones of cutting sarcasm. “Maybe she thought I’d be interested!”
“Becky…I was trying to protect you.” Luke turns, and he looks genuinely miserable. “The baby. Your blood pressure.”
“So, when were you planning to tell me?”
“I don’t know.” Luke exhales, pacing to the window and back again. “After the baby. I was going to see how things…played out.”
“I see.”
Suddenly I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be dignified and grown-up. I want to yell and scream at him. I want to burst into sobs and throw things.
“Luke, please…just go.” My voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to talk about this. I’m tired.”
“Right.” He doesn’t move an inch. “Becky…”
“What?”
Luke rubs his face hard, as though trying to scrub away his problems. “I’m supposed to be going to Geneva. The De Savatier Investment Fund launch. It could not have come at a worst time. I can cancel….”