His Other Woman by Louise Voss
Genre: Contemporary fiction, Women's Fiction, Family drama
Read: 1st July 2021
Published: 2nd July 2021
DESCRIPTION:
What would you do if the love of your life forgot you… and met someone else?
I waved my husband goodbye at the airport, and he vanished without a trace. I sat awake, night after night, looking at photos of our family. I knew he would never leave us.
And then I found him.
Now he lives with the younger, beautiful woman he thinks he loves. And he doesn’t even recognise me.
Who will he choose? Can I forgive him? And will I ever be able to look into his eyes without thinking of his other woman?
From the bestselling author Louise Voss comes a heartbreakingly emotional story about family and forgiveness, that will make you cry and hold on tight to the ones you love. Perfect for fans of Nicole Trope, Kerry Fisher and The Silent Daughter.
EXTRACT:
Alanda
April
Despite the early flight, the kids had all stayed over so they could come and see their dad off at Gatwick. They were bleary-eyed and hungover in the back of the people carrier, after way too much wine at the leaving dinner Alanda had cooked the night before. Now they clustered around him, yawning, as Liam transferred a few travel toiletries into a clear plastic bag ready for the security inspections.
Alanda was rooting through the smaller of Liam’s two backpacks, the light foldable one he was using as hand luggage: ‘Oh Liam! You can’t take that through.’ She pulled out a bottle of Diet Coke and handed it to Becky.
‘Brilliant. Thanks!’ she said, guffawing, as she screwed off the cap. It fizzed loudly and spewed brown liquid for a moment before she got her mouth around the top.
‘Oops,’ said Liam. ‘Forgot you have to buy your drinks on the other side. That’s how long it’s been since I last flew. Amateur mistake.’
‘Anything else in there you can’t take through? Happy to relieve you of any expensive aftershave,’ Jake asked hopefully, as Alanda continued to search.
‘Nice try, son. Even if I had brought expensive aftershave, you wouldn’t get to keep it. I’m only going for three weeks, not three years.’
‘Did you see that YouTube video of the man farting in the x-ray machine? You know, the one you have to stand like this in?’
Becky assumed a stance, legs apart and arms held up at right angles. ‘It’s so funny, it comes out in this little white cloud on the video.’
Liam laughed. Since childhood, Becky had always found anything fart-related utterly hilarious, particularly on the occasions when it concerned her twin brother. Alanda and Liam privately found it endearingly amusing.
‘I’ll make sure I don’t embarrass myself,’ he said, hugging her, as Heather rolled her eyes.
‘Gosh, I’m going to miss you all,’ he added, gazing at his family. Heather started twisting her engagement ring round her finger and looking anxious.
‘Dad,’ she began, but Liam already knew what she was going to say.
‘Of course I’ll be back in time! Wild horses wouldn’t keep me away from walking you up the aisle.’
Still holding Becky with one arm, Liam put his other one around his youngest daughter’s plump shoulder. She didn’t look mollified though.
To be honest, Alanda thought, she didn’t blame Heather for being worried. She would never admit it to the kids but she had butterflies flapping blindly in her belly at the thought of Liam being away for this long. It wasn’t panic – she was a grown, independent woman. Worrying about surviving for a few weeks without her other half; how pathetic would that be? But she did feel concerned.
Whilst they’d never been apart for anything like as long as this, it wasn’t herself she was concerned for; it was Liam. The fact that they had both acknowledged the need for him to get away and have some time on his own was a worrying indication of his current state of mind.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
Louise has written thirteen novels in total, seven solo and six co-written, across psychological thrillers, police procedurals and contemporary fiction.
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