Wife To A Stranger. Daphne Clair

as though you mean it.’

      ‘I just know that’s how it is, for me.’

      ‘Really.’ Although he still hadn’t shifted his position, his hand was tightly gripping the back of the sofa. ‘And yet you left me.’

      ‘Left you?’ She stared at him.

      Rolfe stirred then, sitting up but not meeting her eyes. ‘To go off to Australia without me.’

      ‘But that was a holiday…wasn’t it?’ Doubt sneaked in and a hollow feeling opened in her stomach. ‘Do you mean I didn’t intend to come back? But…if we were separated, I’m here under false pretences—’ The thought was frightening. If their marriage had ended, if he didn’t really want her here, she had no right to be with him, and where could she go? A sliver of fear chilled her.