Chapter Five
“I just don’t get it,” Robin Beswick told her, dumping his recently purchased Callaway clubs in the hallway after his Saturday round and marching through to the front room to take the sherry Corinne had ready for him.
Taking it from her and gulping it down without either a thank you or an acknowledgement.
“Get what, dear?” she asked, his dismissal of her something she found easier to take from her husband now she knew how her friends had brought theirs to heel, and especially now she had decided to do exactly the same to him.
“Why divorce the bastard?” Mandy had said when she mooted the likelihood to her. “Keep him and make him suffer the way Coral makes Nigel suffer. The same way I’m going to make Ron suffer.”
Corinne knew her friend and recognised she was serious in her
