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"Would you hurry up?"

I gripped the ladder with sweaty hands as Maddie balanced on top. We'd been best friends since primary school, an unbreakable bond that had formed the day Robbie Stevens called me a nasty name and she crawled under the table to tie his shoelaces together in revenge.

"Why are you whispering, Liv? He's not here."

She leaned to the side, and the ladder wobbled. I clung on tighter as my grip on sanity loosened.

"But he'll be back any minute!"

"Almost done. Just pass me the pink, would you?"

I handed over one final tube of glitter and tapped my foot as she carefully sprinkled the contents along the fourth blade of my ex-boyfriend's ceiling fan. His professionally decorated cream-and-grey lounge would look wonderful covered in a hail of rainbow sparkles.

I glanced at my watch—almost seven o'clock. Please, say Edward hadn't left work early today. We should have had time to spare, but we'd got delayed taking down the curtain poles to put the hard-boiled eggs inside. Some of the screws were really sticky. Not only that, mixing his hideously expensive conditioner with hair removal cream and squishing it all back into both the bottle in the shower and the spare in the cupboard had taken longer than anticipated.

But we'd managed in the end, and now I was torn between shrieking with glee or backpedalling and putting everything back how it was.

I wasn't normally vindictive like that, you understand, but buoyed as I was by the glass of wine I'd drunk with lunch and the vivid memory of Edward boinking his personal assistant over his dining room table, it hadn't taken much for Maddie to persuade me. I'd chosen that dining table with him, for goodness' sake. When he'd asked the assistant in John Lewis how sturdy it was, I'd had no idea what he had in mind. How stupid did I feel?

Maddie clambered down the ladder, grinning. "Grab that screwdriver, would you? We don't want to give the game away by leaving evidence behind."

No, we didn't. I stuck it in my pocket and grabbed one end of the ladder, which we carried back to Edward's garage. Inside, I took one last look at his new Mercedes. We'd chosen the colour together, and he'd even ordered the heated seats because I didn't like getting cold. Six weeks he'd owned it, and we'd only taken a handful of trips before that awful day.

"Ready to go?" Maddie asked, hovering by the door.

"Yes. Yes, I am." Out of my old life and into the new.

We giggled like schoolgirls as we ran towards the Tube station, but it wasn't until we were sitting on the train that the guilt really hit. What had we done?

"Do you think the hair remover was a bit much?"

"No, I bloody don't. She was wearing your Jimmy Choos when you caught them, remember?"

I did, but I didn't want to.

"And look on the bright side, his little slut might borrow some of it for her own tresses."

There was that, but still... "He's going to know it was me."

Maddie didn't hold back with her filthy laugh. "No, he's going to know it was me. When's he coming over to your place to pick up the rest of his stuff?"

"Tomorrow evening." I knew that from the claws that squeezed my guts harder with every passing second. "Perhaps we should have waited."

"Nah. Carpe diem, remember? Seize the day. Do you want me to be there tomorrow?"

"Isn't Tuesday your date night with Dave?"

Maddie and Dave had been seeing each other for two years, and although he'd never surprised her with a trip to Antigua like Edward did for me one day, Dave also didn't cancel date night at the last minute because a "meeting" came up. Meeting. I knew better now.

"Yes, but Dave and I go out every week. If you want me there, I'll come."

I'd have loved the moral support, but with Maddie working shifts as a nurse and Dave's overtime as an electrician, I understood how much they valued their evenings out.

"Honestly, I'll be fine. I know Edward hasn't been very nice to me since...since the...incident, but I can cope with being in the same room as him for a couple more hours."

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Last time we'd spoken, I'd gone through an entire box of tissues, a tub of chocolate ice cream, and a bottle of wine afterwards. I couldn't cope with being in the same building as him, let alone the same room. Every time he got within touching distance, I couldn't decide whether to stick pins in him or cry.

"If you're sure..."

"I'm sure." I plastered on a grin I absolutely didn't feel. "Everything'll be fine."

The door rattled in its frame as Edward slammed it behind him.

"Pig!" I shouted.

The nosy old lady upstairs banged on the ceiling as I stumbled over to the freezer for another pint of Ben & Jerry's finest. I carefully placed the tub of Chunky Monkey next to my economy-sized glass of white and alternated spoonfuls with cutting Edward's face out of every photo ever taken of the two of us.

Snip, snip, slurp.

Snip, snip, slurp.

Snip, snip, slurp.

I'd just got through the album of our first year together when Maddie called.

"How did it go?"

"Oh, it was just super. Perfect. Couldn't have been better."

"And how did it really go?"

I threw the scissors down on the coffee table, and lots of little Edward-faces scattered everywhere.

"He insisted on taking the chafing dish. I was the only one who ever used it. He can't even turn it on, for goodness' sake! He's...he's just...an asshole!"

"Well, we already knew that."

"And he took the set of glass bowls we brought back from Venice. I picked those out, and he knew how much I loved the colours. But he said he paid for them, so he was having them."

"He's just being spiteful because you wouldn't let him have his cake and eat it. It makes me glad I rubbed cut chilli on his toilet paper."

"You did what?"

"While you were trying to get the curtain pole down. Habaneros. I bought them specially."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I ended up snorting instead. Mother would have been furious at how unladylike I'd become. My eyes began watering again, although I wasn't sure whether it was from the grief of finalising my break-up with Edward or the thought of what two-hundred-thousand Scoville units would do to the delicate skin of his backside. Maddie hung on, patient as always, as I blew my nose.

"Will the peppers leave any permanent damage?"

"I don't think so, but I'll be keeping my fingers crossed."

"I don't know whether to kiss you or curse you."

"I'll settle for a hug next time we see each other. You really are better off without him—you know that, right?"

I carefully avoided answering her question. "You're the best friend a girl could have. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Maybe once or twice."

I smiled to myself. Maddie sure was one in a million. "Get back to your date."

Maddie had told me a hundred times that I was better off without Edward, and while my head could accept that, it was taking longer for my heart to comprehend. A month ago, it had been filled with affection for the man I'd hoped to marry, and now there was a yawning hole in my chest. Empty. I was empty.

Four weeks, two days, and three hours had passed since I walked in on Edward doing the dirty on me, and after two weeks of numbness where I'd ignored every call, the wounds were still raw. Little things got to me, like fetching one mug of tea instead of two in the mornings and the absence of his low-fat soya milk in the fridge. My solitary toothbrush in the holder in the bathroom. The excess of space in the hall closet.

Then there were the intangibles. The cold stillness of the flat late in the evening. The times I turned around to pass comment on some triviality, only to remember I was alone. Those things were the worst, but of course, I couldn't escape the practicalities either. I'd never had to worry about budgeting before, and now the bills were mounting up.

Although I'd dropped plenty of hints about us moving in together, Edward had clung on to his bachelor pad. Hardly surprising now I knew what he'd been doing there. But despite that, he'd warmed my bed at least five nights out of every seven.

"I love coming home to your cooking, Olivia," he said to me at least twice a week.

The last meal I'd made for him had been salmon en croûte with a chocolate roulade for dessert, and it had taken me most of the afternoon. All that time I'd spent pandering to Edward's needs and neglecting my own. After the ten o'clock news finished and he'd had a nightcap, he'd always snuggled up to me, whispering sweet words and telling me how much I meant to him.

Lies. All lies.

Looking back, I realised how stupid I'd been. Blinded by love and, if I was honest with myself, a little by money as well. The one area where I couldn't fault Edward was his generosity when it came to my living expenses. While I'd paid the rent, he'd covered the utilities and groceries.

Seven hundred pounds a month wasn't a lot for him, seeing as he earned thousands as an investment banker. He carried that much around in his wallet. When we'd gone out for dinner, he'd favoured lobster and steak with a hundred-pound bottle of wine, whereas my income ran to Marks & Spencer on a good month. And there hadn't been many of those lately.

As a self-employed website designer, I could theoretically increase my hours and make more cash, but the market had become saturated since I first started my little business. Finding new clients wouldn't be easy.

But I had to try. I gazed around my tiny flat, the space I'd once been so proud of. Yes, I needed to work because otherwise, I'd be homeless.