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me?’
‘Louise, I’m— I’m really sorry.’
‘For destroying our sibling bond? Or for fucking my husband for the past ten months?’
‘Both.’
Louise’s hatred for her sister grows. She longs to pull Denise’s hair clean from her scalp and punch her face until her hand breaks; she wants to release every ounce of the rage that is inside her until there is nothing left but raw pain – and her sister’s swollen, mutilated body beneath her.
‘Is that it? You can destroy my marriage, but you can’t find it within yourself to apologise with even a speck of conviction?’
‘Louise, I—’
‘If you could take it back, you would. Well, you can’t. You can’t take back every kiss you laid on my husband’s lips, or how many times you fucked each other in your bed – or did you prefer my marital bed?’
‘Louise, stop it.’
‘What? You can have sex with my husband of two decades, but I can’t even ask you about it?’
Denise hesitates.
‘We never did it in your bed.’
‘Bullshit. I know you, Denise. I know you better than you know yourself. You like to take what isn’t yours. You would have seen our bed as some sort of sick conquest. Well, bravo: you broke my heart and destroyed my life. I’m sure Mum will be very proud of her conniving slut of a daughter.’
‘I don’t deserve this,’ Denise spits, audaciously.
‘No, you deserve far worse. You deserve to see your whole world collapse right before your eyes with no way to stop it. You deserve to bow your head in shame for putting me in this position: I have to tell my children that their parents are getting a divorce because their aunt is a malicious cunt.’
‘Don’t you dare blame your entire shitty existence on me, Lou. You helped dig your own grave.’
‘What, for trusting my own sister not to proposition my husband by opening her legs?’
‘You’ve been a completely different person for the last year. You pushed Michael away. You pushedeveryone away.’
‘So that gives you the right to take him from me, does it?’
‘Take responsibility for your part in this, Louise. If you hadn’t pushed him away, he wouldn’t have fallen into the arms of another woman.’
‘So because I had a nervous breakdown, my husband was granted an affair? Are you serious? Listen to yourself, you delusional bitch.’
‘You know how difficult you’ve been for the last year. Brooke too.’
‘Don’t you
dare
bring my daughter into this.’
‘I’ve apologised. I’ve done what I needed to do. I won’t beat myself up about this.’
‘So when do you intend to begin beating yourself up over this? Because you sound like a smug bitch, to me.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I feel guilty.’
‘Not guilty enough to keep your hands away from my husband’s crotch.’
‘I don’t have to listen to this.’
‘You may have taken my husband, Denise, but you stay away from my children – and me – all right? If you see me in the street, turn and run in the other direction. And watch your back in case I see you first, because if I ever set eyes on you again, I swear I’ll kill you.’
Her hands are trembling with rage as she hangs up.She longs to grip her sister’s neck and squeeze it until every drop of life vanishes from her eyes.
For a few seconds she sits in the deafening silence of the house, shaking with the anger that plagues her like a disease and eats away at everything good in her. She takes a deep, rattling breath, and sobs. She howls into her hands, mourning for how her life used to be before that wretched, disastrous night.
Chapter Nineteen
Louise pulls up outside the train station and turns off the ignition. The muscles in her shoulders are so tense with stress that they feel as though they have fused together and hardened like cement. She sits in silence, breathing calmly, trying to enjoy her last moments of isolation before Brooke arrives.
Her mind wanders. She thinks of the man who chased her daughter down the
‘Louise, I’m— I’m really sorry.’
‘For destroying our sibling bond? Or for fucking my husband for the past ten months?’
‘Both.’
Louise’s hatred for her sister grows. She longs to pull Denise’s hair clean from her scalp and punch her face until her hand breaks; she wants to release every ounce of the rage that is inside her until there is nothing left but raw pain – and her sister’s swollen, mutilated body beneath her.
‘Is that it? You can destroy my marriage, but you can’t find it within yourself to apologise with even a speck of conviction?’
‘Louise, I—’
‘If you could take it back, you would. Well, you can’t. You can’t take back every kiss you laid on my husband’s lips, or how many times you fucked each other in your bed – or did you prefer my marital bed?’
‘Louise, stop it.’
‘What? You can have sex with my husband of two decades, but I can’t even ask you about it?’
Denise hesitates.
‘We never did it in your bed.’
‘Bullshit. I know you, Denise. I know you better than you know yourself. You like to take what isn’t yours. You would have seen our bed as some sort of sick conquest. Well, bravo: you broke my heart and destroyed my life. I’m sure Mum will be very proud of her conniving slut of a daughter.’
‘I don’t deserve this,’ Denise spits, audaciously.
‘No, you deserve far worse. You deserve to see your whole world collapse right before your eyes with no way to stop it. You deserve to bow your head in shame for putting me in this position: I have to tell my children that their parents are getting a divorce because their aunt is a malicious cunt.’
‘Don’t you dare blame your entire shitty existence on me, Lou. You helped dig your own grave.’
‘What, for trusting my own sister not to proposition my husband by opening her legs?’
‘You’ve been a completely different person for the last year. You pushed Michael away. You pushedeveryone away.’
‘So that gives you the right to take him from me, does it?’
‘Take responsibility for your part in this, Louise. If you hadn’t pushed him away, he wouldn’t have fallen into the arms of another woman.’
‘So because I had a nervous breakdown, my husband was granted an affair? Are you serious? Listen to yourself, you delusional bitch.’
‘You know how difficult you’ve been for the last year. Brooke too.’
‘Don’t you
dare
bring my daughter into this.’
‘I’ve apologised. I’ve done what I needed to do. I won’t beat myself up about this.’
‘So when do you intend to begin beating yourself up over this? Because you sound like a smug bitch, to me.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I feel guilty.’
‘Not guilty enough to keep your hands away from my husband’s crotch.’
‘I don’t have to listen to this.’
‘You may have taken my husband, Denise, but you stay away from my children – and me – all right? If you see me in the street, turn and run in the other direction. And watch your back in case I see you first, because if I ever set eyes on you again, I swear I’ll kill you.’
Her hands are trembling with rage as she hangs up.She longs to grip her sister’s neck and squeeze it until every drop of life vanishes from her eyes.
For a few seconds she sits in the deafening silence of the house, shaking with the anger that plagues her like a disease and eats away at everything good in her. She takes a deep, rattling breath, and sobs. She howls into her hands, mourning for how her life used to be before that wretched, disastrous night.
Chapter Nineteen
Louise pulls up outside the train station and turns off the ignition. The muscles in her shoulders are so tense with stress that they feel as though they have fused together and hardened like cement. She sits in silence, breathing calmly, trying to enjoy her last moments of isolation before Brooke arrives.
Her mind wanders. She thinks of the man who chased her daughter down the
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