The New Wife: A totally gripping psychological thriller with a twist you won't see coming by Sue Watson

The New Wife: A totally gripping psychological thriller with a twist you won't see coming by Sue Watson

Author:Sue Watson [Watson, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800192812
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2021-11-18T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter Twenty-One

I drove back home from Helen and Tim’s feeling really low. Tim’s comment about our kids not telling us everything really bothered me, but when I’d pressed him, he wouldn’t elaborate. It made me wonder if Sam had said things to Tim that he didn’t feel he could tell me, because Tim was definitely hinting at something.

The look on Helen’s face when she talked about Sam was pure hatred. And that hate was also aimed at me; she hated me for trying to support my child, because she believed Sam was guilty. And now even Tim seemed to be questioning Sam’s innocence, and that was the biggest blow.

I drove the familiar roads back home from theirs, as I had so many times, only this time I felt lost and alone. I couldn’t imagine my life without Helen’s friendship, but seriously doubted we’d ever come back from this.

I recalled how Helen and I used to sit in their big, sunny kitchen, two steaming mugs of coffee. ‘Shopping spree!’ she’d announce, opening up her laptop and laying it all before us. Beautiful cushions, a profanely priced chair, a dress that cost a month’s salary. ‘Let’s play rich bitches,’ she’d say, giggling, and we’d fill our online basket until we’d spent thousands of pounds and then she’d get the wine out and close the laptop. ‘All the fun, without spending a penny,’ she’d say, ‘and now the wine will help us to forget those fabulous cushions.’ The kids were usually playing close by and most of the time they were pretty self-sufficient, but Kate, being younger, was the odd one out, and the older ones found her annoying. Helen and I were constantly asking Sam and Lauren to include her in their games, but poor Kate was too young to understand how ‘uncool’ she was. Meanwhile, Helen and I were probably too old to understand how ‘uncool’ we were.

I smiled at this as I turned the corner onto Wellington Lane, moving away from the big double-fronted Georgian homes like the Jacksons’, to my semi. It was only a few minutes between the two but might as well have been in different continents.

Their house was on the way home from school for me and Sam, and Helen always invited us in, or if I was picking the children up, I’d go back there and have a coffee with her. Tim worked long hours, and she was usually on her own, and as we loved spending time together, a coffee would turn into wine, and then Helen would cook or we’d order takeaway. She always offered to pay. Tim too, but I was proud and insisted on paying my way.

School holidays were the same, Helen planned all kinds of things with the kids, but it could be quite expensive. Days at theme parks, galleries, stately homes, day trips to Cornwall, or to London to the Natural History Museum or a child-friendly show. It was all great fun, and Tim always said, ‘Thanks for babysitting, I can only relax when Helen has a grown-up with her.



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