Secrets. Lies. The end result is key.
Lies. Secrets. They mount up, they destroy people. The more you lie the harder it becomes. But this secret is one best hidden. The result in the end is worth it all. I'm marrying a man, a lovely man.
'We both know I could turn your perfect little world upside down, Carla... So why don't you quit ignoring me and everything will be just fine.'
The side glances from Robert in the Bistro, the awkward smiles, the comments that were aimed at him but intended for me.
'You really think you're something don't you? With your little restaurant and your trophy fiancé'
All I want is to escape. To run. Run from my mistakes.
Devon. Nick. Two months. It's worth the wait.
Ten thousand pounds. Twenty - four hours. Stealing from my own factory, that's what it came down to. Paying Tracy off, helping Robert buy the Bistro. Nick's Bistro. Nick. He is worth that and more. Much more. A life with Nick, our life.
'Regrets are pointless that's what you always tell me' - 'They are, if you can do nothing about them'
Regrets. I have many too many to count. My biggest being January 1st 2016. Robert. He is my biggest regret. Not all regrets are pointless. Not this one.
I just need to focus. Focus on Nick, our life.
The fire. Gambling. Stealing, drinking. The arguments. He was there through everything, he never gave up on me. No one has ever done that. I have found happiness. I'm happy with him.
He is my constant, my comfort. He is safety. He is happiness.
The end justifies the means.
I could have a life. Nick, I could have Nick, he is worth everything. He is everything. He is the key.
