Rosie grimaced at the image of the young, attractive girl.
She could scarcely believe Derek would be unfaithful. This clinched it. He knew she valued honesty. If he’d had enough, he should say so. They would have an amicable arrangement. These things happened.
Rosie cried.
The kitchen door opened. She sent her chair flying as she stood. ‘How dare you!’
‘What have I done, darling?’
‘Don’t you darling me. Who the hell is this?’
Derek took the phone from her. ‘Darling, this is you on our honeymoon. You don’t remember, do you?’