‘She was going to move her silk nightdress out of the bed too, was she? When exactly were you going to tell me. Dominic?’
‘Tell you what?’
‘Oh, Dom, don’t treat me like a fool. You were in Cannes with her too, weren’t you? What was it, a nice little holiday before she was too far gone to fly during her pregnancy? The pregnancy that you are supporting, with the woman who you are not only supporting but are planning to keep on having a relationship with alongside me.’
‘You’ve got it all wrong? Don’t be silly, Sabrina.’
Sabrina put on a mocking voice. ‘“Oh, we’re in separate beds, oh Sabrina, we don’t sleep together anymore. She is too young, just a pretty face with my baby inside of her”. BULLSHIT! ALL… BULLSHIT… DOMINIC!’
‘The more I’ve got to know here, then…’
‘Great, then fucking be with HER!’
‘But I don’t want to lose you. I love you, too, Swifty, I really do.’ Dominic’s face was a picture of tragic distress.
Sabrina started to laugh.
‘So, what were you going to do?’
He looked away from her. ‘I sorted her a flat in Islington.’
‘And you expected me to live here and then pop and see her when you could? How deluded are you?’
‘You brought a case?’
‘The case is empty Dominic. I can now finally fill it with my stuff and get out of your life.’
Sabrina threw the case open on the bed and started throwing the few clothes she wanted to take with her into it.
‘And what exactly did Little Miss French Stick think you were going to be doing whilstwewere in the Caribbean?’
‘She’s just happy to have a flat and be looked after.’ Dominic’s face looked pained.
‘I bet she is.’ Sabrina nodded. ‘Well, it looks like everyone would have been happy then, doesn’t it.’ Sabrina’s voice cracked. She slammed the case shut. ‘Except me!’
Dominic went towards her and held her arms. ‘I’m so sorry for being so weak.’
Sabrina pulled away. She looked up to the ceiling in an attempt to push her tears down. ‘I can’t even fucking divorce you as we didn’t even get married.’
‘If you need money– if you need anything, Sabrina. I’m not going anywhere. You still mean the world to me.’
‘It’s just sad.’ Tears started to run down Sabrina’s cheeks. ‘I’d have done anything for you.’
‘I know that.’ Dom looked broken. ‘I’ve fucked it properly now, haven’t I?’
Sabrina nodded and dragged her case off the bed. She turned at the door. ‘Goodbye Dominic. Oh, yeah and just to make you extra happy, a journalist from your paper called Caroline earlier. Thanks to the poison story, they know everything, now.’
‘I honestly hadn’t heard. So, if that is the case, you must get an exclusive organised. Do it all in your own words.’
‘That’s what Caroline said.’
The door slammed to Dom shouting. ‘If you’re not going to listen to me, then listen to your agent!’
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sabrina was sat in Caroline’s Putney town house in her dressing gown. Plonking a couple of expressos down in front of them, the feisty agent threw a newspaper towards her and joined her on a high stool at the kitchen island. The headline ofPOISON MALONE HEADS TOTINSEL TOWNscreamed back at them. Underneath the headline were three mug shot type photos of Sabrina in character, Sabrina out of character with long hair and Sabrina with her new pixie cut and glasses.
‘At least by having your say all the photos of you are hot.’ Caroline took a drag of her vape. ‘And they’ve got most of the facts right. It was bloody decent of you not to grass Giselle up for poisoning Lowen.’
