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Sophie’s leg was agony and her arm felt like it’d been hit with a sledgehammer, but they were nothing compared to the irritation caused by the pain in the arse sitting next to her.
She didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or distressed at Alex being there, but the fact she didn’t feel comforted or reassured told her a lot. Whichever way things went next, their marriage was over. She was tired of hanging off his arm like a piece of jewellery, sick of listening to him gloat and brag about his brilliant job and all the money he was making. The only people who preened and pointed at their piles of cash were those who knew they hadn’t really earned it, or who were scared of losing the lot. He reminded her of the lottery winners she saw in the papers, who happily patted themselves on the bac
