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Dedication
ALONE
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2014)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.
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Canary Wharf
London
E14 5LB
Prologue
Sometimes its okay to be alone, to feel totally alone. It isnt
an easy place to find oneself, but with time the loneliness
becomes almost a friend. You find out exactly who you are,
what you really want, and also, what you dont. For if we
never know what it is to be alone, we will never appreciate
each moment when we are not.
Chapter 1
I honestly believed that today, the day we were taking our son,
the youngest of our three children off to university, was the
start of us. The us we used to be before we became parents,
before life generally got in the way of who we used to be. I
naively thought we would pick up from where we left off; the
day our eldest child, Louise was born, twenty-four years ago,
followed by the birth of Isobelle, two years later and then our
son.
The day had started off the way it should have. It was a
little stressful helping James pack his belongings up to take
with him to university and I felt very stressed thinking about
my baby leaving the nest. Of course, this is from my
perspective, a mums perspective. My husband, Simon,
seemed to be taking it all in his stride. Whereas, I, took a long
hard glance at James in his room, trying desperately to capture
the moments in my mind so that I could replay them at a later
date. Simon ate breakfast and read the newspaper with hardly a
word spoken. As the time came for us to load up the car and
leave the house, I heard him saying something to our son about
keeping his head down, but that was it.
I stood there, thinking, 'wheres the hug? Wheres the
praise? Where is the dad who used to say the right thing at the
right time?' I suppose I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts
and emotions, I just let it go.
James and I stood in our bright, sunny hallway and
hugged; one of those tight, can hardly breathe kind of hugs that
you need when words just arent enough. I stayed there for as
long as he would let me. Wrapped up in his arms, I felt small
and fragile, finding it hard to believe that my little boy, who
now towered above me, was leaving home. It seemed like only
yesterday that he would run to greet me after school, desperate
for cuddles.
I got out of the car and looked up at our beautiful doublefronted house. How I loved our home with its large black door
partly hidden from view in the archway of the stone porch.
Taking the keys from my bag, I unlocked the front door and
walked into the hallway. The sun shone in from the back
garden into the kitchen and through the glass double doors,
flooding the hall with light. I put my bag and keys on the hall
table and went into the kitchen. I looked out onto the south
facing rear garden through the French windows and I
immediately felt better. I was home now and felt safe.
It was nearly one oclock and I decided to make a prawn
salad for our lunch with my special homemade cocktail sauce
and fresh crusty bread, planning that we would eat in the
garden as it was still warm enough to sit outside. Id open a
bottle of Pinot and maybe then we would relax more with each
other. Maybe wed even spend the afternoon in bed. I couldnt
remember the last time wed made love in the afternoon and I
set about preparing the salad and decided Id have a glass of
wine before lunch, just to get me in the mood. As I was
unscrewing the bottle, Simon appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Okay, he said, Ill be off then. Im not sure what time
Ill be back, so dont wait for me tonight. He had already
changed into his suit and turned to leave.
Simon, I called out, and he stopped and turned around.
What? he asked, in that irritated tone again, rattling his
keys.
Im making us lunch. I didnt think youd be going into
work today.
Why? Because our precious baby boy has left home? he
sneered. Ive got meetings back-to-back this afternoon and
someone has to earn the money to pay for all of this!
What does that mean? I asked, flabbergasted. Simon,
we need to talk. Please, stay and eat with me.
You know what Jen, get a grip. In fact, get a bloody life!
With that he was gone, out of the door. I stood motionless,
listening as he started up the car and heard the wheels moving
on the gravel. I couldnt understand it. I stood there for some
choking me. The tears came now, quickly. Where could Simon
be? I sniffed and looked at his phone. There was a message. A
text message. I took a deep sobbing breath, for I knew, I just
knew this was the something Id sensed all day. I pressed the
unlock key and then open to view the message. My heart
almost stopped.
Where are you my darling? Im here and waiting AND
Ive ordered my second glass of wine. Hurry my loveI miss
you xxx
The message came from someone called Sarah. Sarah
West. Sent at 14:05. I looked at the clock on my bedside table.
It was almost three oclock. My hands shook so much that I
dropped the phone and it fell onto my chest. I left it there for
several minutes. I had a choice. I ignore the text, the call from
Jean and wait for his explanation, or I snoop. Go through all
his messages and calls. I had to make the right decision
because I knew deep down inside of me, that this choice would
change my life. Forever.
Chapter 2
I lay on our bed for about ten minutes, just sobbing.
Eventually, exhausted from crying I picked up the phone and
looked at it. How had our marriage come to this? Twenty-five
years we had been married and it never occurred to me that
Simon would have an affair. I took a deep breath and unlocked
the phone again. Shaking, I selected the inbox.
I noticed as I went through the list, several messages from
our daughter, Louise. I found this a little odd as she wasnt the
best at keeping in regular contact. There were also some texts
from me. I opened them up even though I knew their content.
It felt safe to open mine. No surprises. Just the usual mundane
stuff about dinner, and what Jamess movements would have
been on that particular day. How boring they must have
seemed to him when he had Sarah bloody West waiting for
him intoxicated with alcohol.
My mind was racingmaybe Id got it all wrong. Maybe
she was just a work colleague. Or a client, or maybe just a
friend hed chosen not to tell me about. Truth was, I knew she
was none of these things. I knew she was his lover. Then,
underneath my last message sent two days ago, informing my
pig of a husband that his dinner would be ready for him at
seven, there they were, message after message from stupid
Sarah West. I suddenly gathered myself, maybe it was simply
the adrenalin rushing through me, but I sat up and propped
myself up with the pillows as if snuggling down to read a good
book.
Wed. 21/09/11@ 07:25 DarlingI miss you already.
Last night was amazing! I can
still smell you on my pillow.
Call me. Xxx
BASTARD!!!!!!!
was just going to be Simon and me! I felt physically sick at the
thought of it all. What was I going to do?
DO nothing, I told myself quickly. Stick to the plan. Give
him enough rope to hang himself. As I peeled the vegetables, I
thought about how I was going to question him about his day
at the office. It even crossed my mind to write down a list of
questions and ask him one by one, keeping it hidden on my lap
throughout dinner. Watching him sweat, watching him squirm.
MI5 could use a woman like meId be great! But what
should I do with his phone?
I decided that the most important thing to do was approach
the subject breezily, in a carefree, nonchalant manner.
Throwing things into the conversation gradually as though it
really wasnt that important to me. Oh by the way, darling,
you left your phone on the bed, Id say matter-of-factly. Or
by the way, work called for you and Id let my voice trail
off, all the while watching his reaction.
As I basted the chicken, I sat on the sofa in the family
room and sipped my second (large) glass of Pinot that day. Six
thirty-five. Hed be home just before seven. I was ready, just
as I always was. (It should be me having the affair with the
tediousness of my life).
Dinner was in the oven. I was prepared. I closed my eyes
and took a series of deep breaths. PLAY. IT. COOL. I repeated
over and over in my head. Whatever tomorrow brings, the
important thing is, to gather as much information from him
over dinner and take it from there. Saying nothing, not giving
the game away was vital.
I had started to lose my cool around ten minutes after
seven. Where was he? I picked up the home phone and called
his mobile twice. This was all part of the plan. I left a
voicemail after the second call asking him where he was. Then
I realised Id already spoken to Jean earlier on his mobile and
hed see this from the received calls. Damn. My plan was
already falling apart. MI5 wouldnt want me after all.
I started to plate up our dinner. As I poured the gravy over
the meat and vegetables, I heard the key in the front door. It
was seven thirty. He was here. This was it. I must be calm, stay
calm. I listened as he walked into the hallway and throw his
keys on the hall table. I shuddered at the sound. Carefully and
slowly, my hands starting to shake again, I placed the pan of
gravy back onto the hob. His feet moved onto the wooden
floor of the kitchen. His mobile caught my eye on the kitchen
windowsill where Id placed it earlier. Without thinking, I
picked it up and turned to look at him. He was just stood there,
loosening his tie.
My plan went completely out of the window as I brought
my arm back and threw his phone at his head! It was as if time
had stopped. Everything appeared to be in slow motion. I saw
the expression on his face as the phone flew through the air.
He was horrified and panicking but didnt have time to duck
down very far before it struck him with force in the middle of
his forehead.
Youre late, you bastard! I screamed at him.
What the hell are you doing? Have you gone out of your
mind? He yelled back at me, checking his head for blood.
BABY!!
You know exactly whats going on. Pig! I was out of
control. Had a nice afternoon have you? He was kneeling
down picking up the pieces of phone that lay scattered across
the kitchen floor. Well? I continued, Im waiting!
Youre mad! he shouted, a look of hatred crossing his
face.
Damn right Im mad. Telling me you were going to the
office when all the time you were I stopped short of saying
he was with her. Tears rolled down my flushed hot cheeks.
All the time I was what? he asked, a horrible sarcastic
tone in his voice as he carried on retrieving bits of phone and
putting them in a pile on the table.
You know exactly what, Simon! You didnt even go into
the office.
Did I say I was going into the office? He frowned at me,
waiting for my answer. I couldnt speak. No, he continued
when it was clear I didnt have a reply. I didnt! What I said
Chapter 3
Simon didnt come down all evening. I could hear movements
from upstairs. I half expected him to appear with a suitcase
packed and ready to leave our home as well as our marriage.
I stayed downstairs. Kept my distance. I put our dinners
aside and wrapped them in foil. Why? Did I really think that
hed come and eat with me after everything that had just
happened? I thought back to this afternoon and what hed said
as he left for his little rendezvous with Sarah slutty West. He
told me to get a life. Get a bloody lifeor words to that
effect. Hed always been moody if things didnt go to plan, or
should I say his way, but he had never spoken to me like that
before. Why had I let that go? I sighed, pouring myself another
large glass of wine. I think this was my fourth glass. I was
losing count and I didnt care.
It was now close to ten oclock. I looked over from where I
was sat in the open-plan family room to the kitchen and the
two plates sat on top of the worktop. I walked over and took
the foil off one of the perfectly laid out dinners, perfectly cold
now. This was my life! Preparing and dishing up beautifully
arranged, lovingly prepared food. I didnt need to get a life. I
had a lifeuntil some woman came along. I tried to visualize
what she must look like.
Young? Obviously! And thin. WITHOUT A DOUBT!
And that was all I could come up with. Young and thin. The
two things I certainly no longer was. I picked up the plate and
threw it into the bin, followed by the other one. Normally I
hated throwing food away, but today wasnt a normal day. I
looked at my designer plates sat in the bin and closed the shiny
stainless steel lid. That would only leave me now with six
dinner plates to my expensive dinner serviceI laughed out
loud and snorted. I surprised myself, I had never snorted
before. Maybe this was the start of a new me. Somehow, this
wasnt a good start. An overweight, old and snorting me.