That’s it. It’s over!’ said Anna after her sister Bethany’s phone call. ‘Dave’s a rotten, two-timing pig. He’s history.’
She felt hollow with misery to think that the lovely guy she had been dating for just over a month had turned out to be a cheating rat. Going off to a nightclub with some gorgeous blonde when he’d said he was spending the evening with his mother. And this was his ‘sick mother’ that he had to visit so often! To think how she’d sympathised with him.
She sat in front of her computer meaning to send him a few cold and final sentences in an email, but her manager had just forwarded a folder full of documents that he needed sorting by the end of the day. So, she had to postpone giving Dave the boot.
‘Why not phone him?’ asked her sister when she called again that afternoon. ‘Tell him I saw him in the
