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knickknacks and sundry, I find a stack of letters.
    Putting my beer at my feet so I don’t leave a ring on the dresser, I open each one, reading the first few lines until I discover a Dear John.
    It has no date.
    Fuck.
     
    Carly
     
    I’m aware you hired a P.I. That is what broke us. I wasn’t seeing Carrie until I confronted that prick you paid to follow me.
    If a relationship doesn’t have trust, it has nothing.
    I’m just thankful I discovered what a deviant bitch you are before we renewed our vows. You broke my heart, Carly. Thankfully Carrie was here, and seeing what you put me through she stepped in to patch it back together again.
    It was nice while it lasted, but darling invest your money wisely next time. Pay a therapist, not a detective. Then your money will be well spent. The late nights really were for work, the weekends I didn’t answer my phone I was on the golf course. Learn the rules of the club before throwing around accusations of your husband being a philanderer. It can’t be about you all the time, darling. You’re so needy it’s embarrassing. I am ashamed of you, and I hate to break it to you but you’re not wife material. I don’t know what you are, but I suggest you enroll in a decorum school which teaches women how to be a decent wife.
    Grace and class are two things you desperately need to acquire. Money can’t fix what’s missing in you. You have no elegance, decorum, panache, or charisma. High society is too lofty for you, you’ll never acclimate. I took the girl out of the middle echelon, but I could never get that bourgeoisie out of the girl. You certainly proved that point when you went behind my back to frame me for fucking my secretary so you could take me in the divorce, to cheat me out of my empire instead of confronting me with your suspicions.
    I’ve moved on, I suggest you do the same.
    If you have me followed again I will sue you for invasion of privacy, defamation of character, and invest in a restraining order. If you love someone, set them free. Prove you loved me, Carly. Leave me to be with Carrie. Leave us alone. You got the house, now try to be dignified about it and accept it as restitution for being a decent slut in the sack.
    You were a great lay, but that isn’t enough for me if you have trust issues. I’m a lawyer, not a shrink. I can’t fix you, and quite frankly the time for that has long perished.
    This is on you, darling.
    Get over me, have a nice life, and next time you land a decent man look after him. A happy man comes home. An unhappy man bangs his secretary. And yes, Carrie is an excellent P.A, and now she’s under my desk instead of opposite it.
    Thanks for that.
     
    Mark.
     
    PS: Carrie is pregnant with my son. She gave me the one thing you didn’t. Thanks for pushing me into her arms, I’ll always be grateful for that. Mumsy thanks you too.
     
    PPS: Mother has a message for you. “Good riddance.”
     
    Tut tut darling, you really made an enemy of the one woman you should have bent over backwards to please. It saddens me to say she was right about you. A career woman will never make a good mother. If you couldn’t put me first, or give me children before the loyalty to your paycheck, what kind of role model would you be?
    If you’d just given me a child to perpetuate the Carmichael name, bridges could’ve been mended. Now you’re past your prime. It’s too late, for all of it. At least you’ll have the memories to keep you warm when you’re old and alone, the bitter you already have.
     

     
    Staring at the photo of Carly and Mark, I feel sorry for her.
    Bastard.
    Looking into the sad green eyes of the dark haired woman – Carly – I whisper, “Tell me your secrets.”
    All of them.
    Every one of the lies behind those pretty eyes.

CHAPTER 2
     
    The soul does not suffer for your sins
    The mind does
     

     
     
    M y curiosity is piqued, but the hole in my belly takes precedence. I have food to eat, fresh and warm. It’s enough