Who took my clothes off?’ Hannah felt the bed give as Ethan sat down on it. ‘Me.’ ‘I suppose you were there when I was sick too.’ Could this humiliation get any worse? she wondered glumly. ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh, God!’ she moaned ‘I want to die.’ ‘You mentioned that too. Life will probably look more appealing after you’ve slept some more.’ Hannah didn’t reply, because she knew it wouldn’t. Once she was better she’d have to face the full force of his anger and contempt. Selective amnesia would have been nice, but she could recall in horrifying detail every syllable and every sultry pout her lips had formed. There was a strong possibility she could never appear in public again without a brown paper bag over her head. The story of Ethan Kemp’s mad, drunken wife would probably become legendary in the rarefied legal circles that Ethan inhabited. Just thinking about it brought her out in a cold sweat. She’d humiliated and embarrassed him in front of his colleagues and friends.
