Introduction

Autumn

It was more than odd leading two lives. As I said before, it was not something I would ever have imagined occurring in reference to myself. I'd known for ages about marital infidelities. Hell, I'd always been so abhorred by people that participated in such affairs, but this was different somehow. Because it was me or because I deemed it so? It just all felt 'right.' I knew it wasn't, that it wasn't normal in the eyes of anyone to have your husband and a lover know about each other so familiarly and neither seeming to have a problem with it. That they both understood, or said they did in not so many words, was beyond comprehension. Who was I to try and figure it all out? I knew I couldn't so I stopped trying a long time ago.

I can't say with any authority, but I am sure something similar to these circumstances had to be going on elsewhere in the world. I couldn't be the only woman this had happened to. Certainly not. Though I am of a singular mind when it comes to the why of it. People don't have to be told about my, or our, connection from the past. I am full aware that would make people think twice about associations they have with me. Good Lord, if my publishers ever knew. And what about the film industry folk? No. This was one supposition they could never get their hands on. I'd be a laughing stock.

No matter, it's a moot point anyway, isn't it? If they don't know the full extent of our relationship, they won't know about the past lives scenario.

We had our separate and contented lives. I had book signings and a long overdue get-away with my husband to look forward to.

So, life goes on.