Chapter Twenty- Five
Theo slid the car to a halt outside the house in Notting Hill, his features set in the tight mask he'd worn since she'd told him about the baby. 'I'll drop you off here while I garage the car.' It was the first thing he'd said during the drive home, and his words registered heavily on a mind that was still in shock. 'And Freya' this as her numb fingers were fumbling to release her safety belt 'have Mary move my things into the guest-room.' A logical request, since their marriage was dead, she thought drearily, but bitterness still lived on and it surfaced in her tone as, staring straight ahead, she said, 'I thought we were going to talk things out. That was the point of going to the cottage, wasn't it? I thought I was going to be allowed to put my point of view, for once.' 'Everyth
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