A while later as Freddie dressed she slipped the pirated card into a hotel envelope. When he had picked up his phone he had merely commented that the jolt had switched it off and re-entered his pin. His innocence and trust hurt her to the core. She had crossed a bridge and there was no way back.
“I’ve given the hotel number to the office. I’m half expecting a fax about some fabrics for next year’s models,” she lied as they sat at breakfast.
He nodded and smiled unconcernedly as she walked to the reception desk and handed over the envelope.
“A Monsieur Du Maurier will call for this envelope later today. Can you see he gets it?”
“Oui Madame.”
“Merci.”
“Je vous en prie.”
And to betray her lover, her man and her future - it was as easy as that.
With a trip to the bathroom she sent a te
