I have stayed in the house since we returned from Yvette’s wedding. I can still remember the way Tom rejected me. Sometimes, the words slut and dirty still ring in my ears like a buzz of flies.

I want to do something about it, but I know I can’t. It’s my fault, anyway, for trusting too much, for believing in his love. Screaming and hitting something for a sense of release is something that I do not deserve.

“Oh god, Cassie, my wife...”

Liam moans against my back as he pumps into me, and I am brought back to reality. Right, I remember. The instant he arrives, he’s done nothing...