Chapter 33

• ROOM SERVICE
• The last words of our argument ring in my ears. This weekend was supposed to have been our time together …and yet it has dissolved into the usual bitter disaster. Booked into the exclusive Harringtons resort, I’d had high hopes. Then I caught you at the bar after lunch, cocktail in hand, drooling over the leggy blonde from the hotel spa. The dull predictability had not dampened my anger and I had confronted you back in our suite; my accusations leading to a huge row. Tears and insults flowed before you had finally left me to stew. Not before you’d told me how you intended to pick up with your new blonde friend in the meantime…
• And so here I am. My eyes are swollen from the frustrated tears I’ve cried, I am utterly fed up with the state of our marriage. Staring at myself in the elaborate vanity mirror, I am starting to understand why you look elsewhere. Is that my reflection? How did I become this disheveled mess? My dark hair is a matted net, clinging to my hot face and I am still in my dressing robe from bathing after lunch.