As I sipped my glass of cider in the pub after the regatta and listened to the lads and their banter about the race and how they would have won if Alex hadn’t missed training for months, I considered my options.

It was brilliant to have Alex home. I didn’t want to be the person who resented his career but Imelda and Tom had both mentioned he might have to change jobs to progress. I was worried he’d move even further away and it would be the end of things between us. Also, If I told him about my moment of temptation with Mark, would that drive him away?

“Nina, you look worried. Is everything alright?” His lovely face turned towards me, mates disregarded.

I shook my head. “I’m fine,” I said and hoped my lying had improved. My mother claims I...

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