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Laura had a choice to make. She could either meet Spencer, continue their affair, and have Nigel none the wiser, or she could confess all to her husband, relieving herself of the burden of betraying him. Continuing the affair was the coward’s way out, although the thought of being with Spencer now filled her with both dread and disgust. “So, how much did the car cost in the end?”
Nigel finished pouring boiling water into the mugs of tea. “All in, with insurance, little over seven grand. It was a steal, though, love. You should see the motor; it’s in such good nick. It’s only had one owner, eighty-thousand miles on the clock.”
Leaning against the counter, Laura accepted the mug of tea and took a sip. “And madam’s happy with it?” If it stopped Hannah from moping about the house, it had
