He
had
to get Kay to change her mind. Despite his philanderings, he loved his home, family life. Adored his daughter, and Kay was the perfect wife. The other ⦠It didnât mean anything. Surely, she must know that?
In the kitchen of the marital home, Kay wiped her tears and drank the remains of the sherry. Walking upstairs, she peered into Susanâs room and saw her child was fast asleep, then she went into her bedroom, took a large suitcase from under the bed and started to pack her husbandâs clothes.
Despite her anger, she was worried. Sheâd made her stand and now sheâd have to live with the consequences. What if John decided to be difficult over the financial arrangement? How would she live? No, he wouldnât do that, she thought. Even if he didnât care about her heâd want to look after Susanâs welfare. Her solicitor would advise her, she decided.
She dreaded tomorrow when John would return for the rest of his belongings. What sort of a mood would he be in? No matter what, she determined, she wouldnât change her mind. Why should she? Sheâd put up with him for far too long. Now
she
would have a life!
That morning, Connie entered the staff entrance of the store and removed her coat. She was terrified of seeing her lover. Had his wife told him of their conversation? If so, what would he say? If not, and he wanted to meet her, what could
she
say? She certainly didnât want to face Mrs Baker again and be accused of consorting with her husband. Her hands were trembling at the thought, and she dropped a load of goods.
âWhat on earthâs the matter with you this morning?â demanded Betty. âYouâre all of a dither!â
âI didnât sleep well, thatâs all,â she answered and carried on. Then, across the floor, she saw John striding quickly across towards her counter. He sent Betty to the stockroom on an errand, then glared at Connie.
âWhat on earth did you say to my wife yesterday?â He looked at her coldly.
âI didnât say anything! I thought she was a customer. She asked for some elastic and then when I asked if there was anything else, she told me to keep away from her husband!â
âAnd what did you say?â
âI didnât say anything!â Now Connie was getting angry. It was bad enough to be accused by the wife, but now John was behaving as if it were all her fault. âWhat did you expect me to say? Tell her about our weekend in Bournemouth, registered as your wife!â
He paled visibly at her outburst. âKeep your voice down,â he hissed.
âShe told you about our meeting then?â
His lips narrowed. âOh yes, she certainly did. She ordered me out of the house.â
Connie studied the angry man before her and suddenly saw him in a different light. He was no longer the charmer who had led her astray. He was a man with an appetite whoâd been found out. An unattractive creature â and she knew at once she was free of him at last.
âIs there anything else?â She looked at him as if he were a stranger who had just dropped by.
âIs that all you can say? My marriage is in ruins!â
âThatâs your problem, John. Not mine,â she said, and she turned away to serve a customer.
At lunchtime, Baker drove home and parked in front of the door. Putting his key in the lock, he struggled with it. What the hell was wrong? The door opened, and Kay looked at him.
âYouâre wasting your time. Iâve had the locks changed!â She turned and walked into the kitchen.
He followed. âYou what?â He didnât wait for an answer. âWas that really necessary?â
âI thought so.â She pointed into the corner. âThere are a couple of suitcases with your clothes.â She handed him a carrier bag. âAnd hereâs your dirty washing!â
He looked at her in horror. âWhat am I supposed to do with
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