No Escape 

Jane drove to the beach and spent an hour walking the beach holding her shoes in her hand and letting the waves suck at her feet. She found a little café and ate her salad watching the wash of the waves towards the shore.

What was she going to do? She wondered. Just over a month married, and her husband did not want her and openly kept a mistress who believed that it was just a matter of time until he divorced Jane and married her instead.

She turned her phone over in her hands. She finished her meal and returned to her car, sitting in the driver’s seat, and dialling her father’s number.

“Hello Jane,” he answered promptly.

“Daddy,” she fought back her tears. “I want to come home.”

He sighed heavily. “Jane,” he said with patience. “What is this ridiculousness about?”

“Baron doesn’t love me,” the tears fell free and tracked down her face. “He only married me because of the connection to you. He keeps Angelique openly as his mistress, and she says that he will only keep me as his wife for as long as the connection matters, and then he will divorce me and marry her instead, and, oh,” her voice broke on a sob. “Daddyplease.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Why would Angelique think the connection would cease to matter?” He wondered.

That was he took from her babbled distress, she thought bitterly. “I don’t know.” 

you need to find out,” he was curt with it. “Call me back when you

her face with her hands and sobbed

in line to inherit from Matthew both the family wealth and the leadership of

hear her, or running away, and when she had complained to her mother, innocently telling her that their cruelty was just due to the game they were playing, and that Jane was over-reacting. As they’d gotten older, their meanness had evolved, and any opportunity was exploited to

to what Jane had experienced at

saw her for herself, despite her

with herself. Of course, there was no escape for her, because she

under a tree, and walk the rest of the way. Angelique had friends over, and

up, so as to avoid any that might be inside the house.

hideous dresses,” a woman declared. “This one isn’t bad, actually. Could be

earrings are cute,” another commented. “Do you

anywhere,” Angelique declared. “Probably wouldn’t be interesting to read anyway, her whole pathetic life is just

“Who is this?”

That would be

into laughter, and Jane felt a sharp strike of fear run through her at the sound of

her fear of them, she hurried

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