Chapter Twenty
"I don't believe you!" Francesca transferred her mobile from her left to her right hand. She stood in front of her full-length mirror inspecting her uniform. She cursed an ugly spot on the back of her skirt. "I don't have time for this, Paul. I'm late for work. And now that you're gone, I need every penny I can earn."
Her husband scoffed, implying she could always call on the bank of mummy and daddy. "I'm not like you. I don't go sponging off people…How dare you! I work hard for my money…Why did you even call me? Is it just to wind me up? Oh, go and have a nice life with your tart. Bastard!" She hung up with a jab at the screen.
Speaking to Paul right before work was not a wise move. All she had now was resentment, bitterness at him leaving her. When he called, she should
