Chapter Three
The thing is though, I did need proof.
We all do, because that’s what hope insists upon before the ice-cold and pitiless hand of irrefutable evidence destroys it beyond repair.
Not just hope, but the ego too. Needing that irrevocable proof that the love of your life could possibly want anyone else but the man she professed to love also.
And certainly not an insignificant scrote along the lines of Jake Corbett.
So, after we returned from the barbecue and on the journey home, I’d forced myself to stay as normal as I could. Difficult as I knew it would be, it was clear to me that I needed to wait and see how things played out. Though I couldn’t prevent myself from at least testing the waters.
“Who was the young guy who wouldn’t leave you alone?” I asked, forcing myself to
