Not that she'll get out of it scot-free, of course not, but there is no denying that at her very core she feels the same thing Julia felt: relief.

Even Will doesn't seem quite as relevant now. It is as if, by finally giving in to this attraction, her eyes have cleared again; she is able to see him for who he is, rather than as her saviour.

And who is he? Handsome, wonderful, sweet brother of Tom. The man who, she realizes, gave her the strength to get out; for in her obsession, she didn't stop to think of the fear or stop to consider how frightened she was to live life on her own. She wasn't scared of being bullied into submission as she always had been in the past.

Marcus stopped having power over Holly because she was too distracted to give it to him. And in detaching from her fear, she was able to detach from her marriage.

But all this obsessive thinking that Will might be the man for her, getting through these last few months only because she was lost in thoughts of Will, now seems unrealistic. He's already talking about his next trip. He can't wait for the sun, for Thai beaches and fat joints at sunset.

It's a world she left behind many years ago, not a world she wants to be in now, not even to dabble in for a second. While it might be tempting to pretend to be a teenager again, the fact is she has children of her own, she is now a grown-up. There is no place in her world for Thai beaches and fat joints at sunset.

Holly sighs and tips the dregs of the vodka back, standing up and going inside to see what's happening for dinner.

'So what can I do to help?' Saffron walks into the kitchen and leans over Olivia's shoulder, reaching down to steal a carrot.

'Are you...?' Olivia turns around and looks at Saffron, then, with panic in her eyes, at Anna and Holly.

'Oh God.' Holly shakes her head. 'You're drunk, aren't you?'

'I am not!' Saffron says, and were it not for the tiny weave as she sits down, the slight misfocus of her eyes, you might not notice.

'You bloody are,' Holly says. 'Where did you get it? How much have you had?'

Saffron sighs and leans her head on her arms. 'Not much,' she mumbles into her arms. 'Just a tiny bit.'

'I'll go,' Olivia says, leaving to hunt for the source of the alcohol. She comes back a couple of minutes later, a nearly empty bottle of vodka in hand.

'But we still have have all the vodka.' Holly frowns and opens the cupboard to prove it and, sure enough, the bottle of vodka that she and Will bought in town is still there. all the vodka.' Holly frowns and opens the cupboard to prove it and, sure enough, the bottle of vodka that she and Will bought in town is still there.

Olivia groans. 'Jesus,' she says. 'I can't believe how sneaky she is. I'm just realizing that she said she left her purse in that gift shop and ran back to get it when we got to the car. She must have...'

'Oh stop being such a killjoy,' Saffron snaps. 'Yes, that's exactly when I got the vodka. So what? I'll start my sobriety again in the morning. At least let me enjoy myself tonight.'

'I just do not know what to do,' Anna says helplessly, looking to Olivia and Holly for help. 'I am completely out of my depth here.'

'Me too,' they say in unison.

'Good!' Saffron laughs, getting up to pour herself a glass of wine. 'In for a penny, in for a pound. Cheers!' And oblivious to the worried looks of everyone around her, she takes a large sip. 'Oh relax.' She puts the glass on the table with a laugh. 'At least I'm a fun drunk. You should just enjoy me while it lasts.'

It's true. Saffron is fun while she's drunk. Still the centre of attention, perhaps more so. She is the one who remembers all the funny stories from school, helps them all remember things they hadn't thought about for years.

'Who is that?' Anna frowns at the headlights shining brightly through the window. 'Oh Marcus, I forgot.'

'Ah, my number-one fan, Marcus.' Saffron grins. 'I'll go.' And before anyone can stop her she is up and out through the door to greet Marcus.

'Guess what?' She reappears in the doorway. 'He's staying for a drink!'

And Holly's heart plummets as she scoops the children up and upstairs to bed, wondering if she can stay up there until he's gone, not wanting to spend a minute in his company, furious with Saffron for inviting him to stay.

What the hell was she thinking?

Marcus is clearly not comfortable. He is staying for a drink because he wants to spend time with Holly. He is convinced that given a chance he will prove to her how much he loves her, how much she needs him. He does not accept for a moment that this is it. He may have made his threats, but he didn't mean them, doesn't think for a moment that this hiccup will end in divorce.

And he should know. He has seen exactly how these stories play out, has heard about every trick in the book, and he will not let that happen to his marriage. He will not let Holly throw this all away.

So he is not comfortable, but he is here. He is here with Holly, and give him some time alone with her that is relaxed, give her a couple of glasses of wine, and he will make her see; he will win.

There is no doubt in his mind that he will win.

But this is not a Holly he is used to. This is not a quiet, pliant Holly. A Holly he has always been able to control. This Holly is stiff and uncomfortable. This Holly is unyielding, not giving him anything to work with, and he sits and gazes at her across the table, sad puppy-dog eyes wanting her to be normal, wanting everything to be as it was.

'More wine?' Paul is passing the bottle to Holly, and Marcus is about to interject, as he always would. I think she's had enough I think she's had enough, he is about to say, but Holly doesn't look at him for permission as she always has, and he finds himself biting his tongue, watching in silent disapproval as she pours herself yet another glass.

He can see she is drinking her discomfort away. Oh hell. Perhaps this will work in his favour. Perhaps she will soften as she drinks. Who knows, perhaps the left side of the bed in his suite at Le Manoir will stay uncreased tonight. Perhaps he will be back where he is so certain he belongs in Holly's bed, by her side.

'So, Marcus,' Paul is desperate to dissolve the tension, 'how's the hotel? I hear you're staying at Le Manoir. Meant to be amazing.'

'Really nice,' Marcus says, back on familiar ground at last. 'I'm always a bit nervous about new hotels. Frankly, unless it's the Four Seasons, you just never know what you're going to get, but I was telling Raymond this morning that he's done a really wonderful job.'

Anna exchanges a look with Olivia and quickly looks down, suppressing a small smile.

'Who's Raymond?' Olivia asks.

'Raymond Blanc,' Paul fills in the blank. 'The owner and chef.'

'He must be thrilled you're staying with him,' Will pipes up, and Holly looks at him in amazement is he joking? Is he serious? Will Marcus explode?

Marcus chooses to take Will's words at face value. 'I think he's just thrilled to have anyone staying there,' he says. 'It's apparently one of the quietest times of the year.'

'You obviously know him well, socializing in London,' Will persists.

'Oh you know,' Marcus shifts around in his chair. 'We know some of the same people, go to the same parties, that kind of thing.'

'Who do we know?' Holly asks, no longer willing to play his pretentious game.

'Sally and Greg in my office. I don't think you know them. They're great friends, they stay at Le Manoir all the time.'

Holly catches Will's eye and he winks at her. She smiles and looks down.

'So... Marcus.' Saffron drags her chair over to Marcus and gives him her most killer smile. 'I'm playing a lawyer in a new film. Tell me some of your best tricks for winning clients.'

Marcus loves it. A famous beautiful actress is sitting next to him, hanging on to his every word, treating him as if he were the most important man in the world, as if everything he says were the word of God, and he forgets that he is a man who is at risk of losing his life. Right now he is not Marcus Carter, potential divorced father. He is Marcus Carter, world-renowned lawyer, omnipotent and omniscient. Master of his universe.

'Oh this must be so boring for the rest of you,' Saffron says, looking up after a few minutes. 'Marcus, I'm dying to hear more. Let's you and I sit in the kitchen.' And a mesmerized Marcus follows her out to the kitchen.

'Shit,' Olivia says. 'She grabbed a bottle of wine. Did you see that?'

'There's nothing we can do,' Paul says. 'I'm telling you. If she chooses to drink, we can't stop her.'

'I can't believe we brought alcohol into the house with an alcoholic who's fallen off the wagon,' Holly says. 'I just can't believe how stupid we've been in believing her when she said she wouldn't drink again.'

'Me especially,' Olivia agrees. 'I was the one who managed to talk her out of it the other night, and I thought... I suppose I just hoped that every day it might get easier. I definitely never expected her to get shit-faced so quickly.'

'She is pretty shit-faced,' Paul says. 'Earlier on I thought she was going to pass out, but now she seems to have got her second wind. Actually, what's so scary is how normal she seems. She's been drinking like a fish all evening, and now she seems sober.'

'She's not,' Olivia says. 'Trust me.'

'Do you think I should maybe go and grab the wine or something?' Anna says. 'I know you keep saying we can't do anything but it just feels wrong to leave it in there.'

Holly sighs. 'Don't worry. I'll get it. I'm going to try to get rid of Marcus too. I mean, Jesus! What's he doing here? Why is he still here, for God's sake? Why did she invite him to stay?' She pushes her chair back and, shaking her head, she walks into the kitchen.

It is a sight she can't quite believe. Saffron is sitting on the lap of her husband with her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him passionately. Marcus's hands are running up and down her back, and were it not for Holly's sharp intake of breath, they would have continued.

'Oh God,' Marcus groans, standing up and dislodging Saffron, who lands in a heap on the floor.

'What the hell?' Holly says to no one in particular, then looks at Marcus. 'Get out,' she says coldly.

'It's not what... you don't understand... it wasn't...' But he can't quite find the words.

'Out!' Holly fumes, no longer scared of him, her arm extended, pointing to the door. 'Just go. Now.'

The others come in, unaware of what happened, aware only that Holly's voice has carried, that she is furious, and that Marcus has gone. They gather Saffron up and take her upstairs she is in no fit state for anything other than bed and Will sits downstairs with Holly, a fuming, shocked, disgusted Holly.

'How could he?' she keeps saying, more upset by the betrayal than the actual fact of what happened. She didn't feel jealous but bemused and betrayed. 'How could he, so soon? What the hell? And how could she she? What was Saffron thinking?'

'Holly.' Will puts his hand gently on hers after a while. 'Saffron was drunk, she probably didn't even know what she was doing, and as for how he could... Think of where you were last night, think of how it can happen.'

'But that's different,' she explodes.

'How?' he says softly. 'Because we're friends? Because I'm Tom's brother? How is Marcus kissing Saffron different from you kissing me? Oh Holly.' He sighs, looking intently at her, sorrow in his eyes as he shakes his head sadly. 'I don't think you're ready for this. I don't think you know what you want, do you?'

As she raises her eyes to look at Will, she knows that he is right. She is not ready for this, but not for what Will is talking about. Not that she's not ready to let Marcus go.

She's not ready for a relationship. She's not ready for Will. For anyone.

She is furious, but not with Marcus. With Saffron. Saffron who is supposed to be her friend, who has no reason to seduce Marcus. And she isn't buying the drunk card. What Saffron did tonight showed Holly that their friendship is a house of cards. It's a friendship based on a shared history, on the past, not on what is today.

As Holly sighs and looks at Will, she knows it's time to go, to leave this house and get on to whatever her new life will be.

Upstairs, Anna gently pulls Saffron's mobile phone out of her bag, tiptoes down the stairs and walks to the end of the driveway. She taps on the screen of the Treo, pulling up the address book, and she scrolls through until she finds it. P.

The phone is picked up on the first ring.

'Pearce? I am so very sorry to bother you. This is Anna Johanssen, I am a friend of Saffron's. I would not be calling if this were not urgent, but she is drinking again, big time, and none of us know what to do. We need your help, and I do not know who else to call.'

'Give me your number, Anna,' says the voice that Anna knows so well, the voice of one of the most famous men in the world. 'I'll get back to you in twenty minutes.'

Anna clicks off the phone and goes back to the house where the others are. She doesn't know if she's done the right thing, but she doesn't have a choice. They really are out of their depth here, and calling Pearce seems the only thing left to do.

Holly goes upstairs slowly, her feet feeling almost as heavy as her heart. Everything about her life has changed, and it's a terrible feeling to be this vulnerable, to not have a clue where you will end up, nor even, it seems, who your friends are.

She checks on the children, then gets undressed, switching off the light and climbing gratefully into bed, longing to forget everything, even for a while, in her sleep. Then her door creaks open.

'I can't, Will,' she whispers, irritated that even after their chat earlier he presumes she still wants him in her bed. 'I'm sorry but I just can't.'

'It's not Will,' slurs Saffron, sliding over to the bed and half sitting, half falling onto the pillows.

Holly groans. The very last person she wants to see. 'Go to bed, Saffron.' She sighs. 'Just go. Please. I've got nothing to say to you.'

'Oh Holly,' Saffron pouts, still clearly drunk as a skunk. 'Don't you see, darling? I did it on purpose. Your pompous awful husband can't accuse you of anything now. You caught him kissing another woman! How could you ever trust him again? Never mind what Marcus comes up with, you you caught him with someone else what's the judge going to think about that?' caught him with someone else what's the judge going to think about that?'

'What?' Holly sits up and switches on the light. There is a drunken, triumphant smile on Saffron's face. 'You mean you did this for me?'

'Course!' Saffron giggles. 'You don't seriously think I fancied him, do you? Yuck yuck yuck!' She starts sputtering all over the duvet as Holly's mouth falls open.

'You're crazy,' Holly says, not knowing what else to say. 'I can't believe you seduced him.'

'Yup.' Saffron grins in delight. 'I've known men like Marcus before and he would wipe the floor with you. Can't do much now, though. I know it was only a kiss, but how do you know he hasn't done this countless times? How could you possibly stay married to a man who does this?'

'But, Saffron, if this went to court I'd have to name you.'

'As if my reputation could get any worse. Fuck it.' Saff flings her arms in the air. 'If you believe everything you read in the papers, I'm Scarlet Saffron, super-slut and destroyer of marriages.'

'You're amazing.' Holly shakes her head, unable to resist a smile. 'Even though you're shit-faced, you're just... I don't know whether to thank you or never talk to you again.'

'Trust me,' Saffron falls into Holly's hug, 'I had to be shit-faced to do what I just did,' and she snorts with laughter, knowing she will be forgiven, before snuggling down next to Holly and falling into a deep, drunken sleep.

Chapter Twenty-nine.

Holly leaves the house early, doesn't want to talk to anyone this morning. Marcus has cancelled seeing the children an urgent work thing so she takes them down to the riding stables they had passed down the road, and spends an hour there, pretending to be normal, pretending to be happy as they feed the ponies Polo mints and let them nuzzle in their pockets.

She doesn't want to see anyone. Not Will. And not Saffron. What she really wants to do is climb back into bed, pull the covers over her head and not come out again until she remembers what normal is.

How stupid she was, she realizes, to think that she, like Julia, would have done her grieving in the marriage. How naive to think the hardest part was over, that everything from here on in would be hearts and flowers.

'Mummy?' Oliver asks on the way back to the house, going via the bakery for cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate. Holly would have left this morning, knowing it's time to get back to London, but she is bringing Olivia back in the car, and Olivia's morning sickness tends to abate somewhat by mid-afternoon, hence this wait.

'Yes, darling?'

'Are you and Daddy going to be in divorce?'

Holly almost jumps with shock. 'What do you mean, darling? Why are you asking that?'