The horror of it all washes through me again, and I feel like I am going to be sick. Combined with the morning sickness, I'm surprised that I don't vomit all over my desk. Instead, as I stare at the self-satisfied, vindictive smirk on Julie's face, I am filled with a rage I have never felt before.Rage at Julie, for making my work life a living hell these past few years, and now inserting herself into my private life as well. Rage at Sean, for fucking the woman who humiliates me on a daily basis, for knowing how much of a betrayal that would be. And most of all, rage at myself, for getting myself into this situation.For pushing away my husband. For driving him into Julie's arms. For falling out of love with him.Because that, I realise, as I stare into Julie's eyes, is the problem: it's not about Jason, it's not about Julie, and it's not about the Weekend Club. It's about the fact that as much as I loved Sean once, that love is no longer there. And I have been looking for every way o
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