Chapter Ten
It was some seven hours on from my vigil outside the Tapas Bar when I found myself; if not with free time on my hands exactly, then unaccompanied and able to think without fear of missing a directive aimed my way; enabling me to make the inevitable return to my situation and the evolution leading me to where I am now.
Seven hours that had been a mixture of sleep, relaxation and pampering.
For the woman I had once called wife, that is.
The above being the length of time between Fiona’s departure from the Tapas with the b***h Chrissy -as my interior thoughts described her so bravely, despite my certainty I would never again have the courage to give voice to my hatred of her- and my presence at the “Club”; where I found myself with responsibility for the five bedrooms set asid
