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“Where have you been for the last two years?” Letter to Reader Title Page Dedication CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN Copyright
“Where have you been for the last two years?”
“What have you been doing?” he continued. “Why did you move out of my life without so much as a word of warning or excuse?”
Understanding began to dawn in Kristy’s mind. For some reason this man thought she was someone else. But who was she supposed to be? And why couldn’t he see she wasn’t who he thought she was?
Dear Reader,
I know many of you have kept and treasured The Wrong Mirror, which I wrote many years ago. In it I placed an author note stating I had personal knowledge of the mirror-image-twin experience—my nephews—and in that story I made use of incidents related to their birth and childhood that demonstrated the amazing closeness of such twins.
Now I have written a new story—A Marriage Betrayed—which also features mirror-image twins. I feel sure you will find this book as powerful, as fascinating and as deeply emotional as The Wrong Mirror.
Before you start reading it, I want to let you know my nephews are now in their twenties and I still cannot tell them apart physically, although their different personalities make it easier to put the right name to each one. The psychic/physical drowning experience I have written about in this story did happen to them and, because of it, the drowning twin was saved. An extraordinary occurrence—but a true one.
Believe it.
A Marriage Betrayed
Emma Darcy
This book is dedicated to Sachiko Ueno
who came from Japan to meet me
and whose all-time favorite book is
The Wrong Mirror
CHAPTER ONE
IN EVERY life there are turning points, some brought about by conscious choices, others caused by sheer accident. When Kristy Holloway broke her trip from London to Geneva for a one-night stopover in Paris, she had no idea that Fate was about to deliver a major turning point from which there would be no going back. Ever.
The stopover was not a considered decision, nor part of a deliberate plan. Kristy acted on impulse, a sentimental impulse. A nostalgic tribute to Betty and John, she told herself, easing the guilt of going to Geneva to do what she would never have done while her adoptive parents were alive.
They were both gone now, beyond any sense of hurt or betrayal, and their love remained in her heart, swelling into a prickling of tears as she stepped out of the taxi and stared up at the stately façade of the Hotel Soleil Levant.
The Renaissance architecture was very impressive, as befitted one of the most prestigious hotels in Paris with its privileged position between the Avenue des Champs-Elysées and the Tuileries. Even the lowliest room available in such a place as this would undoubtedly make a significant hole in her carefully calculated finances, but Kristy brushed aside any concern over cost. A remembrance of two people she had dearly loved was more important than money.
Over forty years ago, Betty and John Holloway had spent their three-day honeymoon in the Soleil Levant. The once-in-a-lifetime extravagance had formed a romantic memory which Betty had related to Kristy many times. The stories had been poignantly recalled when she had come across the old postcard in John’s effects, a snippet of memorabilia he’d cherished.
Laying the past to rest... that was what this stopover in Paris and her trip to Geneva was all about. A last treasured memory of the people who had brought her up as their daughter, then her quest to find out, once and for all, if there were any records of her real family at the Red Cross Headquarters in Geneva.
She had been letting herself drift since John’s death, feeling without purpose or purposefulness. It was time to take control, do something positive, settle the restlessness inside her, the yearning she couldn’t quite identify. The future stretched ahead but she couldn’t put any shape to it. Not yet.
It would always be possible to pick up her nursing career again, somewhere down the track. She didn’t want to go back to it right now. The long time spent helping John fight his losing battle with cancer had been a deep, emotional drain on her. She felt she had nothing left to give in that area, not for a while, anyway.
As for a man in her life...no prospects there since Trevor had given up on her, frustrated by her commitment to John’s well-being. Too many broken dates to sustain a relationship. Not that Trevor had been the love of her life. She didn’t know precisely what that felt like, only that her experience with men hadn’t produced it.
She had regretted losing Trevor’s pleasant companionship but in the face of John’s illness, on top of the grief over Betty’s death...choice hadn’t really entered into it. She’d owed her adoptive parents too much to even think of not giving John all the support and solace she could.
So here she was, twenty-eight years old, no family, no partner, career on hold, nothing important or solid enough to hang her life on.
The hotel in front of her was certainly solid, she thought with ironic humour. Sighing away her reflections, she crossed the sidewalk towards the entrance doors and encountered the first unnerving little incident that made her wonder if the stopover impulse had been foolish.
The doorman finished chatting to a stylish couple emerging from the hotel and caught sight of her approach. The benevolent
