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less
self-conscious of her rounded arms. Placing money into a small
black clutch, she set it beside the cardigan before slipping into
low-heeled black pumps. Her brown curls she fastened back with a
clip at the nape of her neck. A swish of mascara, a swipe of pale
rose lipstick, a spritz of perfume and she was as ready as she was
ever going to be. She just hoped her clothes were suitable for
wherever Marty took her.
    Gathering up
the cardigan and clutch, she went downstairs. Leaving the cardigan
and clutch on the foyer table, she wandered into the lounge room.
Marty wasn’t due for another thirty minutes, so she crossed to the
coffee table and picked up the folded local newspaper to read.
    The first two
pages were full of the usual bad news, but then she got to the
third page and her eyes widened.
    ‘ Who Is The
Other Woman?’ was emblazoned across the top of the page and
underneath was a photo of the back door of the church, showing
Trevor exiting with his hand over his face and his best man and
groomsmen shielding him from the photographer. Another photograph
showed a limousine at the side of the church with the distraught
bride glaring at the photo lens while being bundled into the car by
her tearful mother and scowling father.
    In horrified
fascination, Belle started to read.
    ‘ On what
should have been a day of heartfelt fidelity swearing, it was
discovered that Trevor Benderage had been anything but when his
wedding to Melissa Hartford was interrupted spectacularly by a
mystery woman who stormed the church accusing him of taking her
virginity less than a week ago.’
    “Ooohhh, shit.”
Taking a deep breath, Belle read on.
    ‘ The mystery
woman allegedly stormed up the aisle, accused Trevor and then
slapped him across the face. Neither the bride nor groom was
available for comment, and the parents of both are saying nothing.
All that is known is that the mystery woman will not be charged for
assault.
    In fact, we’re
left wondering who is the mystery woman? Witnesses say she’s not
the kind of woman the groom would normally date.
    One guest
stated, ‘Obviously she had something that attracted Trevor. I guess
we all know what that was now!’
    There has been
no further mention of whether the wedding will go ahead or not.
    Staring at the
photos was like seeing something that had happened to someone else,
and in case of the photos it had, but she’d been the cause of
it.
    No, Trevor had
caused it with his lies and his cheating. But whatever happened,
now everyone was wondering who The Other Woman was and a sudden
thought struck Belle. What if someone recognized her?
    “Oh no,” she
muttered, dropping the newspaper onto the coffee table. “I can’t go
out, not now. No way.”
    “Sure you can,”
a voice drawled from the doorway.
    She spun around
to see Marty leaning languidly against the doorway, his ankles
crossed and one hand in his black pants pocket, the other holding a
light jacket across one broad shoulder. The thick lock of blonde
hair flopped low across his brow and his eyes twinkled
wickedly.
    “I don’t know
what you mean,” she replied stiffly. “I’m not feeling well, that’s
all.”
    Pushing
upright, he ambled past her, leaving a faint trace of fresh
aftershave in his wake. When he bent over to pick up the newspaper
she couldn’t help but notice how nicely his pants stretched taunt
over his buttocks. Very nice, firm buttocks.
    God above,
Belle! You’ve more problems on your plate and don’t have time to
ogle a man’s arse! What the hell was wrong with her? She’d
never noticed a man’s arse before in her life and now certainly
wasn’t the time to start.
    Tossing his
jacket carelessly onto the coffee table, Marty picked up the
newspaper and straightened, turning to face her and holding it
before him with the photos glaringly clear. He arched one brow.
    She arched one
back at him coolly, determined not to crack.
    He shook the
paper a little.
    She arched her
brow higher.
    His