I'm sitting on the edge of the bed simply watching Charles. His arm sprawled across the covers, his fingers in the exact spot my head had been lain on the pillow 5 minutes ago, his breathing heavy but relaxed. I don't think I'm going to wake him when I leave. Even though I want to. Instead, I give one last long, lingering look and let my fingers glide over the edge of the stubble shadowing his face.

The kitchen isn't Charles usual tidy standards; the plates we'd used for lunch have the abandoned crusts from sandwiches, mugs litter the worktop and two bottles of beer are still sitting on the table from our late night drink. Feeling at home enough, I start to tidy, humming a song to myself whilst loading the dishwasher and wiping down worktops and tables. At the sound of movement from upstairs my heart increases it's beat, hopeful my procrastinating has allowed a last 5 minutes with Charles before I head back to Liam - but it's not him - Doris trots into the kitchen, tail wagging more excited for an early outing to the garden than to see me. I oblige, sliding open the french doors and letting her out to sniff the dewy covered grass. Like me, Doris is in no rush to leave the boundary of the garden and before I know it I'm sitting on the wooden bench with a steaming mug of coffee enjoying the early morning sounds of life starting to wake up.

Eventually I let myself out of the house, hating how softly the door closes on the latch. What I really want is for something to wake him up and for him to come running down the driveway and beg me not to go. I don't disagree with what he said - it makes sense but only if he was talking about someone else - not us. I love him.

When I've walked the deserted streets of the village and reach Debs house, I have to take a deep breath and open the door, my heart sinking as the first person I see is Liam. This conversation was always going to be inevitable but the coward in me had wanted it to be after I'd spoken to Bella and Nan; got my nut around everything that had happened. To give myself some inner strength I walk over and sit on the edge of the kitchen table. Lian doesn't turn around, instead continuing to stir his cup of tea, you would think it wasn't odd that his fiancee had snuck out the house in the middle of the night.

"You're back." Liam picks up the milk carton. "Do you want a cup of tea?"

I hear my sarcastic snort echo around the kitchen before I've even thought about doing it. "No, I want to know what the bleedin' hell is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know it's funny actually." I laugh dryly. "Surely it should be you who's asking me that? I thought you'd be angry. That I'd come back 'n' we'd have a big fight but instead you're askin' if I'd like a cup of tea?"

Finally Liam turns around making eye contact. Crossing his arms over his body, thankfully covering the slogan on the t-shirt I bought him with the words 'mechanics like it dirty' - it now makes me feel dirty, I look away.

"It's fine Molly. I've worked it out. You made a mistake when you were younger. There's no harm in that, we can get through this." There's a tone of arrogance in his voice which I'm sure has been there all the time, I've just not picked up on it before.

"How did you know?"

"Missing my fiance and decided to have a look through social media." He shrugs like it's the most obvious thing ever. "Went back far enough to see the comments, and well then got suspicious enough to check online marriage records…. You and Charles James."

I hate the sound of Charles' name rolling off his tongue. "Charles 'n' I was never a mistake."

"He abandoned you didn't he?"

"It weren't as simple as that." I say through gritted teeth.

"You weren't good enough for him."

"It weren't-"

"As soon as things got tough he got the hell out of there didn't he?"

Liam isn't listening to a word I'm saying, so I stop talking, turn around and go to make out the door; I need to find Bella.

"Is that the divorce papers. Good."

I'd almost forgotten I was holding the brown folder, it had been a 50/50 decision whether to take it or not. The only reason I had was so when I came back there would be no excuse for Charles not to take me back. "Yeah but I ain't signed them yet. Not sure if I will."

For the first time Liam looks uncomfortable, lost for words. It gives me the confidence to continue with the thoughts going around my nut.

"Thinkin' bout it too." I say. "I've not got the same facebook or instagram. There would be no mention of Charles 'n' I. How did you really find out?"

"I just knew."

He's lying. My eyes narrow, ready to go in for the kill but before I can question any further the kitchen door is pushed open and my Nan appears, a cigarette between her lips.

"Morning you two. I'm just gonna' nick out for a fag. But don't tell that Spanner guy if he comes down. He's a little bit twattish about smoking."

Spanner, as I know, could never be described as 'twattish'. "What did you do Nan?"

"Me nothin'. 'N' I don't take kindly to your lack of solidarity."

"She lit up in Laura's playhouse." Bella bursts into the kitchen, coming over and giving me a hug. "You okay? I was worried about you."

"Yeah."

She pushes me away but still holds me, reading my expression. "Sorted it?"

"Yeah."

"Good… " I'm released abruptly. "Morning Loser Liam."

"Don't call me that."

Bella shrugs in reply and follows Nan out. It leaves Liam and I alone again.

"I hate when she calls me that."

"I know."

"Will you tell her to stop?"

I nod. "We need to talk Liam."

"We can talk when we get back home."

"Okay."

Liam moves towards me and I put my hand up. "Don't hug me. I'm going to pack."

And I leave the room.

Packing is strange. For a start I've got to try and get the dress Charles bought me into the small rucksack I'd come up with, it isn't happening and with a sigh I give up, flopping back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. I don't know how much time has passed when the smell of cigarette smoke wafts along the corridor, closely followed by my sister.

"What happened?" Bella asks, lying down next to me.

"Liam told Charles that he was in on the whole thing."

"Shit. What a bastard."

"Nah it was fine. Thankfully Charles, with a bit of persuasion, saw that none of it made sense. I still ain't got a clue how Liam found out. You didn't tell him did you?"

"God no Molly. Why would I do that?"

"I dunno', I just can't work it out. He says it was on social media but I ditched it all when I split up with Charles and only started over a year ago. And I know he's lying."

Bella rolls over and faces me. "Have you got any mates you've told?"

"No."

"Molly no mates." Bella sniggers. "It's got a ring to it."

"This ain't funny."

"Yes it is. I'm gonna' change your email address to…."

It takes me a few minutes to realise Bella has stopped mid sentence. When I turn to look at her, she's staring like she's having a light bulb moment.

"What's your email password." She asks softly.

"Well it ain't molly no mates, I'm tellin' you that." I huff.

"No seriously. Is it easy to guess?"

"West Ham but with some numbers."

Bella bounces off the bed, picks up my phone and drops it onto my stomach. "That's how he's found out." She squeals. "You've been emailing me and he's been loggin' into your account and reading your sent messages."

"Oh shit. He has"

I've told Bella everything in those emails. They were cathartic. From telling her how much Charles had pissed me off on the first night to how we'd got on at the pub when I'd asked for the divorce. The only thing I'd never mentioned was I was falling in love again with Charles. No wonder Liam hadn't seemed too bothered today.

"Molls?"

"What?" I ask in shock.

"You do realise, that is a shitty shitty thing for Liam to have done."

"I actually feel quite sick."

"What you gonna' do?" You know there was a part of me thought you wouldn't be coming back with us today."

"I wouldn't if I'd had the choice." I go and stand over at the window.

Bella stares. "Why don't you have a choice?"

"Charles. He says that when I came up here I was ready to marry Liam, thought I was in love enough to marry him. He doesn't think it's right that in the space of 5 days I jump ship to someone else. He says he loves me, 'n' he wants us to be together but I need space to think about it."

"Do you agree?"

"A little bit. But I know it's Charles for me. Especially now I know what Liam has done."

"Charles does have a point though, doesn't he. You think right now you want to be with Charles but if you had, I dunno', say 2 weeks away would you still want him?"

"Yes, of course I bleedin' would."

"Well prove it to him." She says as if it's the easiest thing in the world. "Do you know what you should do though?"

"What."

"Leave something here. Something that will make him know that you're coming back."

Looking down at the street - I know just the thing.