Aiden shot Charlie a look of warning then raised his hands in defeat. “I give up,” he shouted. “I'm done with you and your shit, Charlie.”

“Are you for real? Seriously?” She asked.

“Of course I’m for real!” Aiden shouted. He scraped the dining chair across the tiles as he stood. “I can’t fucking cope anymore. One minute you’re all loved up and the next, you’re accusing me of fucking the bitch across the road! What the fuck goes on in your head, Charlie?”

"Look at you, acting like the innocent party in all of this. I know what I saw. How long? How fucking long?”

“You saw nothing because...