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Confession: my husband Guy and I only joined the yoga studio because we wanted to f**k Meg. She was exactly my type: blonde hair and blue eyes, fair skin and a very slim body - toned to perfection by her years of yoga, gymnastics and ballet. Meg was the owner and we had been going very regularly - wearing her down with our mixture of kindness, Guy's horrible dad jokes and my occasionally suggestive asides.
What we didn’t know was that Meg would soon be engaged to Cameron.
“He’s a total f*****g prick,” I said angrily as I threw my yoga mat in the back seat of our car after class one afternoon.
We had just bumped into Cameron for the first time as we were leaving class. Meg introduced him as her boyfriend Cam.
Cam! I thought. The worst f*****g guys in the world have annoying names lik
