The honeymoon was over

Her best friend hissed at her for days before the wedding. ‘Why are you marrying him?’ ‘He’s not a nice person.’ ‘Don’t do it.’

Sally ignored her. Her disapproval of Rob was a long term thing, no matter how hard he tried to charm her.

‘Why doesn’t she like me?’ he’d ask, hurt in his beautiful brown eyes.

Sally would shrug, kiss him on his gorgeous cheek and say, ‘Jealous, I guess. She’d like you for yourself.’

And he would grimace, as if the thought was distasteful. And Sally would laugh.

The da...