seeing pictures of pretty clothes in Jackie magazine that she'd never be able to buy. She'd hated seeing adverts for summer holidays on the telly, in far off places they'd never be able to visit. She hated seeing the Queen giving her ruddy speech from her golden palace, the likes of which she'd never know. What made them so much better? Soon enough, she'd realised that all those people she envied weren't better, they were just smarter. They'd educated themselves and taken whatever chances came their way, to get ahead in life. The problem was, she didn't even have GCEs. That's when she'd enrolled in night school, and Simon had tagged along too. She'd always been the one to push him on, she thought, with a sad little sigh. "Looks like she's going to pull through," Mike said, interrupting her reverie. Everything about her husband was an irritant, and had been since they were children knocking about in the playground. Michael Emerson had been a poser all his life; a flirt, a braggart, a man other men tolerated but did not necessarily like. Living with him had been a penance, and she'd paid it for long enough. "I want a divorce," she said, very clearly. She heard his shocked intake of breath, and he shifted in the driver's seat to look at her. "What?" he blustered. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, come on, Mike. You know there's nothing between us. There hasn't been for a long time." Ever. He sat in absolute silence for long, tense seconds as she stared out of the windscreen and watched a light drizzle coat the glass. "You haven't thought this through," he said, but didn't bother to argue with the sentiment. His girlfriend had been asking for him to get a divorce for months, now, but he'd never actually planned to go through with it. Their lives were too entwined. Too dependent. "You need me," he said, simply. "It'll look bad for your next campaign." Sally laughed. "I need you?" she said bitterly, but stopped herself from launching into a tirade, not wanting to go too far. "Listen, Mike. This can work for both of us," she said, in a placatory tone. "We can sell up and share the proceeds. We can still work together as business partners." "Oh, aye," he said. "What about your new partner? What would he have to say about that?" Sally said nothing. "Well, he needs me too. You both do," Mike said, arrogantly, and turned the
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