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LIAM turned sharply away from her, thrusting his hands deep into his trouser pockets as he moved over to the window once again, as far away from Juliet as he could possibly be in this room. ‘How well did you know my little brother, Juliet?’ he finally rasped, his back still towards her—a back rigid with suppressed anger.

She swallowed hard. ‘I told you—’

‘How well, Juliet?’ His tone brooked no prevarication.

She chewed on her bottom lip, looking down at her clenched hands. ‘I was engaged to many him.’ she said quietly.

She sensed rather than saw Liam turn sharply to face her, and felt unable to raise her head and return the probe of his gaze. If she looked at him now, just once, he would see it all in her face. And she had kept it to herself for so long…Although it seemed that Liam now knew the truth. She still didn’t understand how he could possibly know…

‘You said you weren’t around ten years ago, so I knew it had to be something like that,’ he said disparagingly. ‘You have consistently denied being intimately involved with my father, so that only left Simon. You had to have been close—very close— to at least one member of this family to have been privileged with such information. My father was an expert at burying family skeletons,’ he added disgustedly.

Juliet was still caught up on the ‘ten years ago’; she didn’t understand what Liam meant by that. It wasn’t ten years ago, it was only…Was there some mistake? Could Liam possibly be talking about something else completely? The Walters account? Was that it? Liam had said that the account was ten years old. If it was that account, what cover-up was he talking about?

She drew in a deep breath. ‘It was so long ago, Liam—’

‘A man died!’ he bit out harshly, his eyes blazing across the width of the room. ‘The compensation my father paid the family can never change the fact that Simon was completely responsible for his death. Through greed and incompetence—but mainly greed!’ he concluded contemptuously.

Juliet was very pale, staring across the room at him, not having taken in any more of his words after his statement ‘Simon was completely responsible for his death’. Simon had killed someone? How? Why?

‘No amount of money can make up for that,’ Liam added disgustedly. ‘Simon should have paid, and paid dearly, for what he did. But my father wouldn’t accept that,’ he said bitterly. ‘Simon could do no wrong in his eyes.’

Juliet felt sick, could hardly breathe. Simon had killed someone? And William had known about it, had covered it up, had continued to hide that knowledge, had taken it to his deathbed? God, no wonder…

‘You were going to marry a man who as good as committed murder,’ Liam continued remorselessly. ‘Oh, my father doctored the file; Simon’s signature doesn’t appear on a single one of the documents. But we both knew, once the whole damned building had collapsed and crushed that poor devil beneath it, that Simon had used inferior materials while falsifying the invoices to look otherwise; that he had pocketed the money he saved.

‘But, even though I told my father that, he refused to accept it as the truth, accused me of being bitter towards the blue-eyed boy he considered my brother to be.’ Liam’s face was full of disgust. ‘That’s when I walked out,’ he ground out harshly. ‘I didn’t want any more to do with this family, wanted no part of them!’

So now she knew the secret of Liam’s alienation from his family. God, it was so much worse than she could ever have imagined. Simon…Oh, God, how could he have done that? And how could William have—?

‘But my father knew it was the truth,’ he bit out coldly. ‘Otherwise, why did he change all the documents in that file and put his own signature on them? Still protecting Simon! And you’ve carried on doing the same thing!’ He shook his head in revulsion.

Juliet looked up at him with stricken eyes. ‘I didn’t know anything about that,’ she choked. ‘I didn’t know!’ she repeated desperately when she could see the cold scepticism in Liam’s eyes.

‘How can you say that?’ he said, scornfully disbelieving. ‘My father obviously felt some sort of responsibility towards you—you’ve already admitted as much!—and that responsibility can only have been because you knew you were marrying a man capable of allowing another human being to die because of his own greed. It’s commonly known as blackmail, Juliet,’ he added contemptuously.

Juliet was still too shocked even to attempt to defend herself on that last accusation. What had Simon done? How could William have protected him in that way? God, no wonder William had seemed so pleased when Simon seemed to be settling down and getting married! But later—William had to have known later.

Liam was right; William had felt a responsibility towards her, but that was because of his own guilt at protecting Simon for all those years, not because of anything she had said or done. But the coldly contemptuous look on Liam’s face told her that he wasn’t about to believe any explanation she gave him. And the truth was still too painful for her to talk about.

‘I’m moving out of this house, Juliet,’ Liam told her harshly. ‘As of now! I should never have come back here in the first place.’ He shook his head selfdisgustedly as he looked around him. ‘It’s a house full of lies and destruction. And the sooner I’m away from it again, the better I’ll feel!’ He strode purposefully over to the door.

Juliet just looked at him, still too stunned by everything he had said to try to defend herself. But he was right about this house; it was full of lies and destruction, and she no longer wanted to be here either!

‘Liam—’

‘Not now, Juliet,’ he snapped coldly, swinging the door open. ‘I need to get away from herefrom you!—so that I can start to think straight once again!’ He slammed the door forcefully behind him, the room reverberating with the sound.

Juliet was too shocked to move, too numb to cry. Oh, William, what did you do? she silently cried inside herself.

She was very pale when she entered her office the next morning. She hadn’t spent the night sleeping; she had been thinking about what she intended doing with the rest of her life. Because she didn’t intend staying on at Carlyle House, or Carlyle Properties. She had loved William as a father, had felt grateful to him for what he had done for her, had felt a responsibility towards the company because of the care he had shown towards her. But all that had changed last night with Liam’s revelations.

William had known exactly what Simon was capable of and had chosen to protect him. And in the end they had both paid a price for that protection.

She owed William nothing. In her, she had decided during the dark hours of the night, William had seen a way for his son to settle down to respectability, hoping, she was sure, that marriage would calm and tame his son in a way he had never been able to do. But, even at the end, Simon had proved that had not happened; his death had been as violent as it had been unnecessary.

Her love for Liam, she had also decided, was futile, absolutely futile, and perhaps it was the price she would have to pay for her own silence where Simon was concerned.

And so now, with her last ties with the Carlyle family broken, was the time for her to leave. Oh, she didn’t intend just disappearing; she had legalities to sort out before she left, concerning both the house and the business. But once she had dealt with those…

Where she would go she had no idea. Just as far away from here—and Liam!—as she could possibly be!

God, no wonder Liam was so contemptuous of both his father and Simon. And her…

It was that contempt from Liam which she couldn’t cope with. There had been so much pain, but his contempt towards her was unbearable.

‘So nice of you to turn up!’

Juliet turned guiltily at the harsh sound of his voice. She had just been about to enter her office when the door opposite hers had opened. Just her luck that it was Liam.

She knew she was late, by almost an hour, but she just hadn’t felt motivated to arrive here at all this morning. The business she had been trying so hard to save had been built on lies. On a man’s death. She could guess, from Liam’s accusations last night, exactly what had happened ten years ago; Simon had been in charge of the Walters project, had cut corners, and used inferior materials so that the remainder of the budget might go into his own pocket. And a man had died because of it.

Simon had had no need to do anything so potentially dangerous, because William had always given him everything he had ever asked for, which made his crime doubly horrifying. No wonder Liam had found it impossible to stay, either with his family or the company.

As she did now.

‘A late night doesn’t entitle you to work part time,’ he derided harshly, looking down his arrogant nose at her. ‘Neither does being a halfowner,’ he added insultingly.

‘I—’

‘Although from the look of you perhaps you shouldn’t be here at all!’ He looked her up and down scathingly, his contemptuous gaze finally resting on the paleness of her face. ‘What’s the matter, Juliet?’ he taunted hardly. ‘Did the truth hurt?’

Her eyes filled with tears. What Liam had told her last night hadn’t just hurt her, it had deeply shocked and disgusted her, and had seriously altered how she felt towards William. And as for Simon…

‘Oh, for God’s sake!’ he rasped impatiently at the sight of those unshed tears. ‘Why do you always make me feel like a heel?’ he said disgustedly. ‘I got out of this family once, Juliet; you were the one to bring me back! How did you expect me to feel towards William and Simon?’ he added exasperatedly. ‘Just because they’re both dead, they aren’t suddenly going to become nice people in my eyes; I knew them for what they were, and I wanted no part of them!’

Neither did she, now that she knew what William had done. It had been his own guilty conscience that had made him be so nice to her; he had known all the time exactly what sort of person Simon was.

‘We need to talk, Liam.’ Her voice was husky from the tears she had cried long into the night. ‘But now isn’t the time to do it.’ She looked around them pointedly; the corridor was far from private, although she acknowledged that so far they hadn’t been interrupted; probably Liam’s raised voice had been heard by any employees who might have wanted to come down the corridor, and they had considered it the wrong time to do so! ‘Could I talk to you later this evening?’ There was none of her past anger and resentment towards this man in her voice; all the fight had gone out of her.

‘At the house?’ His voice was sharp, his eyes narrowed.

‘No!’ She held back a shudder with effort.

She had already packed her things—that was another reason why she had been late this morning—and she intended to return to Carlyle House only once more herself, in order to pick up her suitcases.

She drew in a deep, controlling breath. ‘Perhaps we could have dinner?’ she suggested more calmly.

‘A dinner at which I would have to sit and watch you not eat!’ He dismissed her words scathingly with a negative shake of his head.

‘A drink, then,’ she conceded agitatedly, knowing that he was right about the dinner; she didn’t think that she would be able to swallow any food even if she tried to. ‘Just somewhere where we can talk privately.’ She looked up at him pleadingly.

His expression remained hard. ‘What’s so private that we can’t talk about it here, Juliet?’

‘I—’ She broke off abruptly as John Morgan walked down the corridor towards them.

‘OK, point taken,’ Liam muttered as he too saw the other man’s approach. ‘But this had better be good, Juliet,’ he added impatiently. ‘I have a damn sight more on my mind at the moment than Carlyle Properties!’

She didn’t know whether he would consider it good at all; she intended telling him that she wanted no further part of the business or Carlyle House; that they were both his. And as he didn’t seem to want them either…

‘John,’ he greeted the other man abruptly. ‘Is it me or Juliet you want? Or is that a stupid question?’ He looked at the two of them speculatively.

The implied insult went over John’s head as he gave Liam a puzzled look, and as the younger man was due to marry his long-standing girlfriend the next month that wasn’t so surprising. ‘Juliet, actually,’ he replied.

‘Naturally,’ Liam drawled. ‘I’ll leave the two of you to it, then. We’ll leave together at five-thirty, Juliet; will that do? We can sort out where we’re going then,’ he added challengingly.

It was far from ideal, because it meant that she would have to go back to the house to pick up her things after she had spoken to him, but in the circumstances … ‘That’s fine,’ she agreed softly.

‘Good.’ He somehow managed to convey the point that he really didn’t care whether it was fine with her or not; if she wanted to talk to him privately, that was when they would do it, at his convenience, not hers.

‘Five-thirty, then,’ she confirmed abruptly, very aware of John’s presence.

‘Yes.’ Liam turned and re-entered his office.

John gazed after him frowningly. ‘I can’t quite work him out,’ he finally said slowly. ‘He’s been prowling up and down this corridor for the last hour, I’m sure waiting for you to arrive, and now that you have his mood doesn’t seem to have improved!’

Liam might have been waiting for her to arrive, but only so that he could snap her head off for being late once she got here! It didn’t actually take a lot to work Liam out; he hadn’t wanted to be here at Carlyle Properties, didn’t want to be here, and resented being so. She didn’t doubt that it was only his curiosity that had got him to come back here at all—a curiosity that must have been more than satisfied by now! And Juliet didn’t doubt that now that it had been he would very shortly be leaving. Except that she was leaving first, so he might find it a little difficult to do that.

But she wouldn’t go before telling him what she was doing, even if she couldn’t tell him all the reasons why.

The minutes and hours of the morning dragged by, possibly because it was her last day at Carlyle Properties and, like Liam, she didn’t want to be here either. Despite what she might have originally thought, perhaps it would be best if Liam let the company fold; after what he had told her about its past, it was probably better if it did. The company was tainted.

By one o’clock she decided that she needed a break. And she didn’t care what Liam had to say about her taking an hour off for lunch. What did it matter anyway? She wouldn’t be here at all tomorrow!

It was just her luck that Diana was walking down the corridor as she left her office. The other woman gave her a warm, friendly smile. ‘Off for lunch?’

Lunch hadn’t actually entered into her plans; just an hour out in the fresh air somewhere would be one hour less that she had to spend here. ‘Yes,’ she answered abruptly, not quite meeting the other woman’s gaze.

Diana’s face brightened. ‘I’ll come with you, shall I? Lunch the other day didn’t really count!’

Juliet didn’t want to spend an hour with this woman, trying to act sociably. She didn’t want to spend an hour with anyone at the moment. ‘I—’

‘I’ll just tell Liam we’re going,’ Diana said, cutting lightly across her objection. ‘I’ll only be a moment,’ she promised before entering the office she and Liam had been sharing for the last couple of days.

Juliet could imagine that Liam was going to be absolutely thrilled at the idea of her taking his personal assistant away for an hour, especially as she herself had been in an hour late already this morning! It wasn’t even as if she wanted the other woman to come with her…

Liam’s explosion wasn’t long in coming!

‘What do you mean you’re going to lunch with Juliet?’ he snapped angrily. Diana had left the office door slightly ajar when she’d gone back into the office.

Juliet cringed at the anger in his voice, wishing she were anywhere but standing in this corridor, an unwilling listener to the exchange. She didn’t hear Diana’s quietly spoken reply, only Liam’s response.

‘How else should I feel?’ he challenged harshly. ‘I’m wasting precious time even looking at this damned company, when I have interests of my own that need attention. You’re pregnant, and—God, I’m sorry, Diana!’ His voice had softened in his hurried apology. ‘I know you feel badly enough about that already. Don’t worry, we’ll work something out. It isn’t the end of the world. Tom will come round. He’ll understand. Oh, God, Diana, don’t cry; you know I don’t know what to do when you cry! Diana…’

Juliet didn’t stay to hear any more, but turned and walked in a daze from the building, sure that she had been forgotten by both Diana and Liam. Interests of his own that needed attention, Diana pregnant, her husband Tom would understand. It all added up to one thing: Diana was pregnant with Liam’s child!

Juliet was stunned, totally shocked; she sat in her car for several minutes, unable to move.

What had she expected, hoped? That somehow during her conversation with Liam this evening she might have been able to salvage something, some sort of relationship with him?

God, she did love him. And he was having an affair with a married woman—a woman who was now expecting his child. What a mess!

How she drove back to the house she never knew afterwards; she couldn’t recall the journey at all. But she knew, after the conversation she had just heard, that she couldn’t return to Carlyle Properties, that she couldn’t see Liam again. The only course left open to her now was to collect her things and go. She would leave a note for Liam in his father’s study explaining what she was doing, and saying that he would hear from her lawyer concerning the business and house. There was no way she could actually talk to him herself now. Whatever awareness there had been between them, and no matter how she might feel about Liam, she had no part to play in his life.

As he had no part to play in hers…

A perplexed-looking Janet met her in the hallway as she entered the house. ‘Miss Juliet, I’ve seen the suitcases in your room…’ She frowned heavily. ‘Are you going away on holiday?’

She was sure that the older woman must have realised that all of her things were packed in those two suitcases—everything she wanted to take with her, which was really only clothes and a few personal things. She wanted nothing that any of the Carlyle family had ever given her.

‘Not a holiday, Janet,’ she told the other woman gently. ‘I’m leaving the house for good.’

The older woman looked stricken. ‘But—’

‘It’s for the best, Janet.’ She squeezed the other woman’s arm reassuringly. ‘I think we both know that I should have left seven years ago whenwell, after Simon died.’ She shook her head. ‘I just wasn’t feeling strong enough to make the break then.’

‘Would you care to explain that remark?’

Both women spun round at the sound of Liam’s voice. He stood in the doorway behind them, his expression grim.

Juliet just stared at him. How had he got here? She hadn’t heard the car in the driveway, but she supposed he must have driven here. Had he known she was here too?

‘Well?’ He looked at her challengingly, closing the door firmly behind him.

She couldn’t even remember what she and Janet had been talking about when he arrived, so shocked was she by his presence here!

‘Why weren’t you feeling strong enough to leave seven years ago?’ he prompted harshly, blue eyes narrowed.

There was so much anger in this house—always had been, Juliet realised now. ‘My fiancé had just died,’ she answered quietly, not quite able to meet the intensity of that probing gaze.

‘Simon?’ Liam said scornfully. ‘Was he really any loss to anyone?’

‘Master Liam!’ Janet gasped in a shocked voice.

He looked at her slightly regretfully. ‘I’m sorry, Janet, but you know that there was no love lost between my brother and myself; we just didn’t have anything in common, except the same parents. If we hadn’t been related, we would have disliked each other intensely the first time we met.’ He shook his head disgustedly. ‘Simon was a spoilt child who grew up into a spoilt, destructive man, a man who felt—God knows why!—that the world owed him something.’

He had so perfectly described the Simon whom Juliet had come to know as the real Simon, not the Simon she had imagined herself in love with. She had thought he was wonderful, a golden-haired Adonis, and miraculously he had seemed to find her equally attractive.

But it had all been a lie, a deception for his father’s benefit; Simon hadn’t really loved her at all, had just been trying to prove to his father what a steady, responsible adult he had become, so that William would retire and leave the business in Simon’s complete control. She knew now, after what Liam had told her of the past, exactly why William had had reason to doubt that!

Janet shot her a concerned look. ‘I don’t think it helps anyone to dwell on the past, Liam,’ she told him quietly.

‘The past created the present,’ he rasped harshly.

‘The past is dead,’ the housekeeper insisted firmly. ‘Along with your father and Simon.’

A spasm of emotion crossed Liam’s face at those words, but it was too fleeting for Juliet to be able to gauge what it was. ‘But my father made sure, by leaving me half control of the company on his death, that I would have to come back here,’ he bit out angrily.

Janet shook her head. ‘You didn’t have to come back, Liam. It would have been easy enough just to sell your shares; something inside you must have wanted to come back,’ she pointed out softly.

His mouth twisted. ‘My curiosity was aroused, I’ll admit that,’ he said grudgingly. ‘Even more so once I had actually met Juliet. She wasn’t quite what I had expected.’

And had expected from the information he had had on her before he had even arrived in Majorca! ‘What did you expect, Liam?’ She frowned, able to guess, from the things he had said to her since they had first met, exactly what he had thought! She had lived with his father, had been left a halfshare in the company; it was obvious what he had surmised about the relationship. And he was wrong, so very wrong. As she had been too, she now knew, but for different reasons.

Liam looked at her coldly. ‘Not the waif-like creature you turned out to be!’ he rasped. ‘I thought my father went in for more…shapely women!’ he added insultingly.

Juliet gasped, looking concernedly at Janet, sure now, even though she had never realised it while William had been alive, that the other woman had cared for him very much. And Liam was the one who had first pointed that out to her, which made his insult to her doubly hurtful.

Janet had stiffened, looking censoriously at Liam. ‘That is enough, Liam,’ she said steadily. ‘William was a good man, and I won’t stand here and listen to you insult him.’

He ran an agitated hand through the dark blond thickness of his hair. ‘I know how you felt about my father, Janet.’ His voice had softened. ‘But it doesn’t change the fact that he always protected Simon, made excuses for his behaviour, when Simon should have been made responsible for his own actions.’

‘William knew that,’ Janet said wearily, suddenly looking old, her shoulders stooped, her face lined with grief. ‘In the end he knew that only too well, Liam.’ She straightened slightly. ‘And he paid a high price for loving Simon too much and turning a blind eye to his behaviour. Everyone did. Including Juliet,’ she added, with a regretful look in her direction.

Juliet paled, her eyes darkly pleading as she returned the other woman’s gaze.

Liam’s mouth twisted. ‘From what I can see Juliet was very well…rewarded for turning a blind eye to Simon’s behaviour,’ he said insultingly.

Janet shook her head. ‘Liam, you don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she said. ‘And perhaps it’s time you did,’ she added, with another regretful look in Juliet’s direction.

Juliet’s eyes were huge in the paleness of her face. ‘Please, Janet, don’t,’ she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.

‘Juliet, I’ve always understood how you felt about this subject.’ The other woman gently touched her arm. ‘And it isn’t something the two of us have ever discussed. I told William I thought you needed to talk it over with another woman rather than building it all up inside you, but he didn’t seem to think you would welcome the intrusion.’ Janet sighed. ‘In retrospect I think he was wrong.’

‘It’s all in the past, Janet.’ Her voice was pained.

The older woman shook her head. ‘It affects the present.’ She glanced across at Liam. ‘And if I’m not mistaken it’s causing a problem between the two of you.’

Juliet gave a slightly bitter laugh. ‘There’s no problem between Liam and me, Janet; we just don’t like each other!’ She knew that, for her own part, it was a lie, but if she salvaged nothing from this situation she at least needed her pride to be able to walk away.

‘You see, Janet,’ he bit out caustically, ‘there’s no problem; Juliet and I both know where we stand.’

‘Utter nonsense,’ the housekeeper dismissed impatiently. ‘I’ve watched the two of you together; you like each other well enough—more then well enough, from the little I’ve seen!’ she added knowingly, causing Juliet’s cheeks to blush with embarrassment. ‘It’s time for the truth, Juliet,’ she told her gently. ‘Past time, I would have said,’ she added firmly.

‘What good will it do?’ Juliet reasoned agitatedly. She didn’t want Liam to know about the past! It was over, gone forever; talking about it would change nothing.

Janet shook her head. ‘Perhaps none,’ she conceded heavily. ‘But it’s time the ghosts in this house were laid to rest.’

Juliet looked at her, at the pain in Janet’s face, knowing that this woman had her own share of pain from the past to cope with. Maybe it was time all the truth was told. Then they could all move on, Liam back to his own world, Juliet in search of hers. Because the truth would push her and Liam even further apart…

‘If we’re going to have this talk I suggest we all go into the sitting-room,’ Liam said briskly. ‘We may as well at least be comfortable.’

Juliet didn’t think being comfortable was going to make the next few minutes any easier. Quite frankly, she would rather not have this conversation at all!

‘So,’ Liam prompted when they were all seated. ‘What is this momentous revelation you want to make concerning my brother, Janet?’ he said mockingly. ‘Believe me, nothing you could tell me about him would surprise me!’

The housekeeper frowned. ‘Probably not,’ she agreed. ‘But before I talk about Simon I want to dispel one other myth you seem to have made up in your mind. Juliet and your father were never anything more than friends. I know that,’ she added firmly as Liam would have made some scathing comment, ‘because your father shared my bed every night for the last twenty years of his life. Yes, Liam.’ She gave him a rueful smile. ‘I know you always suspected. Well, now I’m telling you that your suspicion was correct. I loved William. And he loved me.’

Liam frowned. ‘Then why…?’

‘Didn’t we marry?’ Janet finished knowingly. ‘Because I wouldn’t marry him. Oh, not because I didn’t love him enough. Never that,’ she added emotionally. ‘But I was the housekeeper here, not the mistress.’

Liam stood up forcefully. ‘From the sound of it you were mistress in everything but name! My father should have—’

‘Your father respected my decision, Liam. He never understood it, but he respected it,’ Janet said quietly. ‘I was happy with the way things were; to have changed them would have put added pressures on us—pressures I felt were unnecessary. So you see, Liam, I do know what I’m talking about when I say William was only ever like a father to Juliet.’ She smiled ruefully at him again.

Juliet could see that Liam found the relationship between his father and Janet difficult to understand, and she had to admit that it wasn’t something she could have accepted in a relationship herself. But, as Janet had rightly made clear, it had been their relationship, and they had obviously both been happy with it.

Liam frowned across the room at the housekeeper. ‘But when he died you were left with nothing,’ he pointed out impatiently. ‘A wife in everything but name!’ He shook his head disgustedly. ‘It may have been your decision, Janet, but the outcome is totally unacceptable. To me, at least.’ He looked frowningly at Juliet.

She swallowed hard. ‘I—’

‘Now don’t either of you feel concerned about the way William’s will was worded,’ Janet interrupted dismissively. ‘I knew about it, we talked about it; he wanted you both to have what was left to you. And William provided for me a long time ago,’ she explained softly. ‘I’m well taken care of, believe me,’ she added as Juliet still looked concerned and Liam frowned darkly.

‘But—’

‘This isn’t what’s important, Liam,’ Janet said firmly, cutting into his protest. ‘That situation was dealt with long ago, to the satisfaction of everyone involved. I only mentioned it because it’s relevant to Simon. And the night he died,’ she added quietly, giving Juliet a concerned look.

Juliet stiffened as Simon was brought back into the conversation. She didn’t want to talk about him now—wasn’t ready to talk about him. Would never be ready to talk about him. Especially to Liam!

She stood up abruptly. ‘Janet, I—’

‘Liam has to know the truth, Juliet,’ the older woman told her regretfully. ‘Too much damage has been done already. Both of you have to let the past go. And the only way to do that is to talk about it.’

Juliet was having trouble breathing. To talk about the past would bring it all back, and it had taken her such a long time to control the pain that it gave her.

‘William, as usual, was with me the night Simon died,’ Janet continued determinedly. ‘We both heard the screams,’ she added emotionally.

Liam frowned. ‘What screams?’

Juliet knew what screams. She had had nightmares for months afterwards and had woken up in the night to the sound of the same screams. Her own…

‘Janet, please…!’ she said brokenly, her breathing ragged, tears clogging her throat.

The older woman shook her head. ‘I can’t remain silent any longer, Juliet. It would be wrong. Too many people have already been hurt. And now you’re running away—’

‘Running away?’ Liam echoed sharply, looking at Juliet with narrowed eyes. ‘What do you mean?’ he prompted Janet.

‘Juliet’s suitcases are upstairs,’ she explained. ‘She was about to leave when you arrived home.’

Liam was still looking at Juliet. ‘You were going to leave without even telling me?’

She moistened dry lips. ‘I was going to tell you this evening, but—’

‘But for some reason you changed your mind,’ he derided harshly.

She had changed her mind because she had heard him discussing his affair with someone else! She loved this man, and leaving him was the last thing she wanted to do, but what choice did she have?

‘Yes,’ she acknowledged heavily. ‘I changed my mind.’

His mouth tightened angrily. ‘You—’

‘Liam, seven years ago, on the night he died, Simon tried to rape Juliet!’ Janet burst in agitatedly.

Juliet felt the colour fade from her cheeks. No one had ever…No one had ever said those words before.

Simon had tried to rape her.