He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

“Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even…”

“...It’s always only ever been you. And it always will be, Beth. You have my hea…”

“You ask for too much, Iain,” she murmured. “More than I can give.”“Do I?”Moveme…”

“I’m a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You’ve share…”