by Heidi Swain
‘Can we go please?’ I said, standing back up again and clumsily pushing my chair away, ‘we’ll talk about this at the flat.’
‘I’m not coming back to the flat, Lizzie.’
‘What?’
‘I moved my stuff out today.’
‘You sneaky bastard,’ I choked, anger threatening to race ahead of shock.
‘I just thought it would save a scene. You can stay on there as long as you want. I can even have the lease changed to your name if you want.’
‘Oh thanks,’ I laughed, sitting back down with a thud, ‘you really are all heart!’
‘Don’t be like that. I’m trying my best to make this as painless as possible.’
‘For who, Giles? You know I won’t be able to pay the rent on my own. I’ll have to move out, and what about work? You set me up with that job. Do you really expect me to be able to walk back into that office and carry on as if nothing has happened? I thought you loved me.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘So am I. I’m sorry I ever set eyes on you, but credit where it’s due, this is certainly one birthday I’ll never forget!’
And apparently neither would Giles. One fleeting glance at his handsome face confirmed that he hadn’t remembered it was my birthday or our anniversary at all.
