I slowly open my eyes, looking around. The sun is blaring through my windows. I grab the duvet to cover my face. My head is banging from all the crying. I can't take anything for it though. I lie under the covers with my hand on “Bump”. I think to myself, no one is going to hurt us. I mean it. 

Hearing my phone go off, I reach out for it, pulling it from under the cover. 

Hi Megan, how are you? Do you want me to come over? Xx

Hi Jenny, I’ll be fine. You spend the day with Rich. Xx 

I check through the rest of my messages, mostly notifications and emails, only a couple from Mark though. 

Goodnight princess, sweet dreams. I’ll ring you tomorrow. Xx 

I suddenly can no longer see through the tears coming down. I should have followed my gut instincts and cut all ties with him when I left. I should have known something was going on with him and that woman from the restaurant.

I decide to get up, have a hot shower and start today without him. I don’t need a man. I don’t need to be happy. I have “Bump” and that is all I need. Just as I am about to get into the shower, I hear a knock on the door. I slowly walk down the stairs to answer it. 

Opening the door, there he is. Mark. I stand there with the door open, unable to move, just looking at him. 

“Megan.”  I just stand there not doing anything. “Megan, are you okay?” 

I take a deep breath. I can do this. “Mark, why are you here?” 

“I needed to see you, to see what had happened,” Mark states with worry in his voice.

“You mean to check I was not going to go to the press about you kissing me while being with that Karen?” I reply, making sure he knows I am annoyed with him.

“Who is Karen?” 

“Karen Walker, the lady from the restaurant and your event.” 

“That’s nothing,” He brushes it off as if he truly meant it.

“Nothing?” I scream at him.

“Yes, nothing. Come on. Let me in. We can sit and talk.” 

I storm away from the door and into the lounge, sitting down on the single seat on the other side of the room. I do not want him near me. Mark sits on the edge of the sofa as close to me as he can get. 

“Megan, Karen and I do have history.” 

 “And…” I sit there with my hands on my hips.

“And.” Taking a deep breath, he says, “We did sleep together years ago. I gave her the job because I couldn’t be with her. There is no spark. I felt bad.” 

“Why was she at the event?” 

“She asked before I met you if she could come with me.” 

“You never thought to tell me about it?” I ask.

“No,” he retorts.

“When did you two split up?” 

“Years ago, way before I met you. We just met up every so often for adult time,” he whispers while hanging his head.

“What?” 

“Years ago before we met in the pub,” he tells me again.

I sit there with tears pouring from my eyes. Why is this happening to me?

Suddenly I feel Mark’s arm around me. “Shh, I should have told you.” 

“When did you last sleep with her?” I question because I need to know.

“The night before we met,” Mark replies.

I take a deep breath, “Mark, just go. I don’t want to see you. You need to go and find yourself a lovely woman.” 

“No, Megan, I want you. I have since the first time I saw you.” 

I remain quiet, not saying a word. 

“Megan, please come away with me. We can talk. Spend time together. Jenny and Rich can come, too,” he says in a panicked voice. “My grandma left me this cabin. It’s not far from here!”

I sit there not able to look at him while I play with the ring Jenny gave me as a Maid of Honour gift.

“Megan, please,” he pleads with me.