The First Mistake(12)

‘Most days I want it more than anything,’ I say honestly. ‘It’s been in the pipeline for months and it’ll be such a huge coup for us. But on the days in between, I panic; about the stress it’ll put me under and that I might be forced to leave the girls.’

‘I get that, but the longer you worry about what might happen to them, the less time you’ve got to enjoy yourself and live the best possible life you can live.’

She sounds like Nathan.

‘You, more than most, know how short life is.’

I nod. ‘Yet ironically that makes me fear it all the more.’

‘Look around you,’ she says. ‘You’ve got it all. A husband who clearly adores you, two beautiful children, a gorgeous house, money in the bank.’

I sniff and muster a smile.

‘And not only that, but you’re a talented interior designer who is, touch wood, in good health.’

I put a hand on top of my head. ‘God willing.’

She does the same as she brings her glass to her lips.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be morose,’ I say, holding back from adding ‘or sound ungrateful’, knowing that must surely be what she thinks of me. I look at her and chastise myself for bemoaning the amazing life that I lead when hers is a daily struggle.

‘I’m sorry to ramble on,’ I say. ‘How’s things with you?’

‘Not bad,’ she says sadly. ‘I had an interesting chat with Millie yesterday.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah, she asked me about her dad.’

I look at her over the top of my glass, trying to read her expression. Her facial muscles contract and there’s a pulse below her eye. Talking about her ex is always a thorny issue and I know her well enough now to gauge whether she’s in the mood to talk about him or not.

Like all of us, Beth had been convinced she’d know if her other half was playing away. On one of our many nights out, my bravery enhanced by three glasses of rosé, I’d asked, ‘Was there no part of you that heard alarm bells or saw the signs?’

‘Nope,’ she’d said. ‘I was so in denial, or insanely trusting, whichever way you want to look at it, that I hadn’t a clue.’

‘So when did he last see Millie?’

‘He hasn’t,’ she said, her words a little slurry, or maybe my ears just had a blush-infused mesh over them. ‘He left when I was pregnant and we never saw him again.’

‘He’s not seen Millie since?’ I’d asked incredulously, my brain unable to compute how a father could do that. How can life be so unfair? How can it give men children they don’t want, and yet take away the fathers other children so desperately need?

She shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. ‘How could he do it to me, Alice?’ she remonstrated. ‘I gave him everything.’

I fell back into my chair, feeling suddenly and inexplicably drawn to my friend. Here was someone who could begin to understand what it felt like to have the person you love, the man you’ve shared so much with, disappear from your life. She knew how it felt to have the rug pulled out from underneath your feet, tossing you up in the air and making you wonder if you’ll ever come back down again.

I could have argued that at least her partner is alive, whilst mine is dead, but when I tried to put myself in her position, I was almost grateful that I was in mine. I couldn’t bear the thought that Tom had chosen to leave my life, and that of our child. He wasn’t given the choice – none of us were.

‘How . . . how did you find out he was seeing someone else?’ I’d faltered, unable to get my head around what she was telling me.

‘Purely by chance. I’d gone away and had come back earlier than expected and there they were.’

A hand flew up to my mouth. ‘Oh my God.’

‘Yeah, so . . .’ She’d looked out across the restaurant as her eyes filled with tears.

I’d reached across the table and placed my hand on top of hers. ‘I can’t even begin to imagine . . . Is he still with the woman . . .?’ I had almost added, ‘he left you for’, but it would have been too hurtful.

Sensing my predicament, she’d finished the sentence for me.

‘I have absolutely no idea,’ she’d said scathingly. ‘I imagine they’re playing happy families somewhere. Well, she got what she wanted, didn’t she?’

I’d pulled back, looking at her quizzically. ‘You sound like you’re blaming her. But it’s likely that she didn’t even know you existed.’

‘Of course she did,’ Beth had spat. ‘You know when the man you’re with is supposed to be with someone else.’

I’d wanted to argue the case, but I could tell by her hardened features that it wasn’t one I was going to win.

As a tear fell onto her cheek I’d moved to her side of the table, holding her close and gently pushing her auburn hair away from her wet face. ‘How could he do it, Alice? How could I not have known what was going on?’

‘How would any of us know?’ I’d offered reassuringly, though I would reverberated loudly around my head.

‘Don’t you ever worry about Nathan straying?’ she’d asked, as if reading my mind.

I had shaken my head. ‘That’s not on my radar. I’ve had worse happen to me, so when he’s late home, I worry more about his safety than who he might be sleeping with.’