ML Roberts - The Wife - A gripping emotional thriller with a twist that will take your breath away

‘We loved each other.’

That throws me slightly. I wasn’t expecting an answer, I was expecting the usual barriers to come up. He used the past tense; we loved each other, that’s what he said. Loved. I still love him.

‘We were those people who loved life and lived it, every day, like it was the last one we were ever going to experience.’

My wonderful, idealistic husband. It can never be that way again, and I think, deep down, even he knows that.

‘What happened changed that. What happened changed everything.’

‘For a while, yes. It did …’

‘For a while ?’ I put my drink down and sit up, my eyes fixed on his. He is going to listen to me now and he is going to understand the pain and the fear I still feel, every day. ‘I lost our baby, Michael. I miscarried our child, I … you think that changed everything for a while ?’

He gets up and comes over to me, sits down beside me. He takes my hand and he brings it to his mouth, kissing it gently, and I’m so angry at myself for crying now. So fucking angry.

‘We can’t go on like this, Ellie. We can’t. It isn’t good for us. It isn’t good for you . I hate seeing you like this.’

‘Then let me talk, Michael. Please. Let me talk about it.’

He drops his gaze, but he keeps hold of my hand, his fingers tightening around mine. ‘Ellie, sweetheart, I just think – I think that dwelling on it, on what happened, it’s unhealthy. We can’t change anything, we can’t turn back the clock …’

‘I know. I know that, but – do you know how difficult it is for me? To keep all this shit bottled up inside because you don’t want to talk about it?’

‘We’ve talked about it so many times, Ellie. We’ve been over and over it, so many fucking times, and it needs to stop now. It needs to stop.’

‘And what? That’s it? Where does that leave me , Michael? Hmm? Where does that leave me ? Should I be – I don’t know – grateful that you’re over it?’

‘That isn’t what I meant …’

‘I still need to talk, Michael. I still need to talk; do you understand that? Because I don’t think you do. Oh, you’ll give your students all the time they need, they can talk to you, but your own wife?’

‘Ellie, come on …’

‘ They can talk to you, Michael.’

He slowly raises his gaze, his fingers gripping my hand tighter still.

‘What’s going on here, Ellie?’

I pull my hand away from his. I sit back, pull my knees to my chest, hugging them to me as I stare out ahead of me. I take a deep breath. I don’t want to go there again, I don’t want to keep remembering, but the memories are racing forward now. They’re too powerful to ignore.

‘When I woke up, in hospital – when I woke up, and you told me …’ I drop my head, bite down on my lip, I don’t want to cry any more. ‘When you told me we’d lost the baby, I felt so empty, Michael. So fucking empty. It felt like – like I’d died, too.’ I look up, turn to face him. ‘Like we’d died.’

‘Ellie …’

He reaches for my hand again and I let him take it. ‘We didn’t just lose a baby, did we? We lost us ?’

He rests his palm against my cheek, his eyes looking deep into mine, and I feel a wave of love so strong for this man flood me. It knocks the breath right out of me.

‘No, my darling, we didn’t. We didn’t.’

I think we did.

‘It’s like you’ve forgotten our baby ever existed,’ I whispered, covering his hand with mine, our fingers sliding together. ‘And I can’t do that.’

He sighs quietly, squeezes my hand gently. ‘You were hurting so much, Ellie. I just didn’t want to hurt you any more.’

‘I felt so alone, Michael. A huge part of me had been ripped away, taken from me in a way that …’ I don’t finish that sentence. I can’t. Losing the baby was painful enough, but remembering the way it happened …

‘We had it all planned, remember? Names. The books we’d read to him or her. The school we wanted our child to go to. Where we were going to take our son or daughter on his or her first holiday …’

‘Don’t do this to yourself, Ellie, please.’

I look away, look down at my arms hugging my knees. ‘I wanted that baby, so much.’

‘ We wanted that baby. It hurt me too, losing our child like that.’

My head snaps up, my eyes meeting his. ‘Did it?’

‘You really have to ask that?’

‘You were ready to get rid of the nursery. Ready to paint over the past like our baby had never existed …’

‘That’s not what it was like, and you know that. Losing the baby hurt me too, Ellie.’

‘It’s just that, you were so busy telling me we had to put it all behind us, had to forget …’

‘I didn’t tell you to forget about the baby. I never once told you to do that.’

‘Losing our child makes up so much of what happened that night, Michael. So forgetting isn’t something I can do. Even if you can.’

I want to ask him who Ava is. I want to ask him, but if I mention her name, if I go into specifics he’ll think I’ve been spying on him. And he’d be right, that’s exactly what I’m doing, but I don’t want him to know that. So I can’t mention her. Not yet.

‘I worry, Michael. That it’s going to happen again, that history is going to repeat itself and I can’t go through it a second time, I can’t … I can’t do it.’

He looks at me, right into my eyes. He’s throwing me a silent instruction. He’s telling me to end this, to stop this, to shut up.

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