They rarely went anywhere. Most of their holidays had been spent at the beach, or they’d never even gone. Actually, David had never been on holiday with her. She couldn’t recall ever being away with him on occasions that felt like holidays. During all of their times at the beach house, he’d still been working. If work was still involved, surely that wasn’t any kind of vacation? She shook the memory off and opened the door to the house. From the silence, it sounded like the house was deserted. Trent had stayed out after breakfast, and she’d taken a long walk on the beach to help clear her head. David always made her feel so sad when he yelled at her like he had that morning. For most of their married life she’d spent a great deal of time trying to make him happy. What a waste that had turned out to be. The only woman who could make him happy was a woman who was six feet under. Molly hated a woman she’d never met. Isabella Sinclair was the reason for her unhappiness. Molly was in love with a man who would always be in love with another woman.
