Olivia knows that nothing will ever make her love her children any less.
The first months away from Dan were a challenge as she came to terms with the knowledge that Bea and Stan were not the result of an anonymous donor, but of the worst confidence trick she can imagine. Her husband fooled her. He allowed her to be implanted with Cheska’s fertilised eggs. He let her raise Cheska’s children and never told her. She knew that was a fact, but her heart could not accept it.
At first she was scared. In the early hours of her departure, as they headed for the airport, she was deeply afraid of only one thing: that she would stop loving the children. She was terrified that they’d been somehow infected with the disgusting poison of Dan’s lies, and she would never be able to look at them in the same way again. She feared that she would only ever see Cheska in them and that would be too much to overcome.
They reached Heathrow, but there was no room on a flight for twenty-four hours so she booked them into an airport hotel and sent the car keys back to Dan in an envelope with nothing else enclosed but the parking ticket and a note of where the car was to be found. He would guess from that where she had gone, if he hadn’t already.
The hours in the hotel were spent in their room, Olivia dazed and distracted, playing over and over the events of the last few days, making connections, working things out. She was alternately grief-stricken and furious, stabbed by the betrayal, humiliated, and then energised and released by her intense, almost elemental fury.
But the thing that she most feared never happened. Never for a moment did she see Cheska in the children, even when she stared at them, searching for something that might make her feel that these were no longer her babies.
She sent a silent message to Dan and Cheska: You can’t take them away from me. They’ll always be mine.
When at last they were able to board the flight and she strapped them into their seats, preparing for the long journey across the Atlantic, she felt more than ever what she had first sensed when the babies were born: they didn’t belong to anyone. They were themselves. Dan’s attempts to control the creation of his children had failed because they couldn’t be defined as only their genetic inheritance.
They are who they are.
They all slept on the flight, as they left their old life behind. When the twins woke and asked for Daddy, she told them he was at home. She couldn’t bring herself to say they would see him soon, but she knew that if they asked, she would lie, to keep them happy.
Does that make me as bad as he is?
When the twins were safely asleep again, she wept silently as she began to feel the pain that so far had been blessedly numb.
Dan . . . Dan . . . I loved you. We had everything. Why did you destroy it all?
Part of her understood that he must have regretted what he’d done. She remembered how he became colder towards Cheska, how much he didn’t want her to visit them. He must have realised that he’d made a massive mistake allowing her into their lives like that. What possessed him to let her donate the eggs? Couldn’t he see what a hostage to fortune that was?
But Dan was the arch controller, the man who had to make things go the way he wanted. He must have thought he could keep Cheska quiet. But she wouldn’t stay in the background. She moved in.
Olivia saw it all: the reason why Cheska wouldn’t leave. Why she couldn’t keep her hands off the children. Her desire to join the family.
Perhaps she even hoped that I’d just piss off and leave her to it, with Dan and the twins. Can she really have been that unhinged? Maybe it was her plan to break the news to me all along and see if I scarpered.
She didn’t want to think about Cheska, not at all. She shut her resolutely from her mind. Her focus was on Dan and what he had done, and what it meant for all of them. She would work that out before too long. Until then, she had to concentrate on the twins and on getting through every painful hour until the suffering grew easier to bear.
Her mother and sister welcomed her back with open arms, and it was a huge relief to be back in the safety and comfort of the villa. She was able to pass the twins over for a while and begin to recover from her bone-deep exhaustion. And here she was surrounded by sympathy, by people who listened as she rattled off her feelings, venting her sorrow and anger. Her mother hugged her as she wept and sobbed, and wiped her eyes, and held her hand while she spat invective about Dan and Cheska and vowed she would never see either of them again. When her mother reminded her that Dan was the babies’ father and he would eventually need to see them, she could rail against the idea even while she knew that it would have to happen in the end.
Her comfort was the twins. Their love was the only thing that could heal the hurt in her heart, and their soft warm bodies soothed and helped her in her grief. They soon forgot to ask for Daddy very much at all, and she began to think that perhaps she could just stay here, nesting in the family home, bringing up her children far from the people who had hurt her.
But there was no escape. The letters from Dan began arriving soon after they did, each one sent registered mail, pages of carefully composed script which she knew had been laboriously crafted and copied. There were emails too, but she filtered them out so she didn’t see them. The letters, by turns pleading and threatening, made her feel bludgeoned when she read them. He wouldn’t just shut up and let her absorb what had happened, and make her own choices about how to deal with their situation. He demanded that she put an end to his misery of not knowing what was going to happen. He wanted her to jump to his orders, do what he wanted when he wanted it. His apologies were heartfelt but having made them, he evidently felt that the onus was now on her to accept, forgive and move on. If she failed to do so, then he became the wounded party and she was now the wrongdoer.
She read the letters, then put them away, wishing he would be quiet and bide his time. Every letter put off the time when she could bring herself to communicate with him again. Each one made her feel more that he wanted to control her.
But that was what he was always like. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.
When she tries to imagine a life with Dan, she cannot. Apologies are not enough, promises to be good are not enough. She meant what she said: he has taken their love and killed it stone dead. Although she is still deeply hurt, angry and betrayed, and in mourning for the marriage she thought she had, she feels very little for him on a personal level except for a firm conviction that she can’t have him in her life anymore. There is no place for him. She doesn’t want to let men like him within a country mile of her. She needs honesty, generosity and emotional truth. When she tries to imagine going back to Dan, she feels physically sick.
No more lies, she tells herself. I might learn to trust again – but it won’t be Dan.
Olivia is gardening, her back baking in the heat even though it’s now early evening. The children are in the kitchen having supper with their cousins, looked after by Olivia’s sister. She enjoys taking the odd evening to herself, finding peace in digging and tending the flower beds. There is always plenty to do in a garden and while it might not look like much at first, the work gradually has its effect as the plants flourish, the weeds subside and order comes out of the chaos.
She doesn’t hear any footsteps approaching over the lawn so the voice, when it comes, makes her jump and gasp. ‘Olivia?’
She turns around, already knowing who it is. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ she asks in a freezing voice. ‘How did you find us?’
Cheska has her hands out in a gesture of supplication. ‘Please, don’t be angry. I need to talk to you. This was the only way. I’m sorry to spring out of the blue like this, but really . . . it was the only way.’
‘I suppose Dan told you.’ Olivia stands up. She is taller than Cheska and at once she feels her dignity return. She strips off her gardening gloves. ‘You’ve got a nerve showing up here. Don’t you understand that I never want to see you again? And if you think you’re getting your hands on my children, you can forget it. All your money won’t buy them, I can promise you that.’
‘I don’t want that,’ Cheska says quickly. She looks older, Olivia notices. Her legendary polish is still there, but a little rougher round the edges as though life has been a bumpier ride lately. ‘I just want to apologise. And explain a little.’
‘And you’ve come all this way to do that?’ Olivia laughs mirthlessly. ‘You must really want to have your say. Why not send an email?’
‘I wanted to make sure you understand the spirit I’m talking to you in.’
‘How kind. So thoughtful and considerate. You’re such a good friend.’ Olivia begins to walk towards the villa, wishing the biting sarcasm could help relieve her anger at Cheska, but it doesn’t seem to. Her voice grows icier. ‘I’m afraid I have no desire to hear what you’ve got to say. Now will you please leave? You can talk to me via my lawyers.’ She heads back towards the white house as though it’s her sanctuary from attack.
‘Please, Olivia.’ Cheska is following her, her voice beseeching. ‘I would just like to explain. Just a little. I want you to know that it was nothing to do with you.’
Olivia spins round, her eyes flashing. ‘Well, I guess I got that message. Because if you’d thought about me for a moment, perhaps you wouldn’t have done it.’
‘It was wrong,’ Cheska says humbly, dropping her gaze. ‘But there were reasons. I suffered too. I lost so much as well. I wish you’d let me tell you.’
Olivia stares at her, and she recalls something she overheard that awful day. Cheska said something that stuck in her mind. What was it? She hears it again in her head. Don’t you know how easy it is to ruin a life when someone loves you? Look what you did to me. She thinks of Claire’s description of Cheska at university, treated like a joke by Dan, ordered to do his bidding. Her agony when he ignored her. She always knew, somewhere deep down, that there was a story like that at the heart of Cheska and Dan’s relationship. She has been wondering what happened between them, when they became lovers and how it ended. She knows it must have been before she and Dan met. Did he really ruin her life? But how? She feels a tiny buzz of pity for Cheska, and something in her relents. And besides, she wants to know. She senses that Cheska is here to tell the truth.
‘All right,’ she says slowly. ‘We’ll walk around the garden and you can explain.’
‘Thank you,’ Cheska says gratefully. ‘Thank you for the chance.’
‘Come on then.’ She walks off towards the gravel path that will take them around the perimeter of the garden.
Cheska follows, and as they go, she begins her story.
Olivia doesn’t know how many times they go around the garden as Cheska tells her what happened right from the start. She loses count after the first half dozen. It is almost dark when Cheska stops. By now they have left the garden and are sitting on the veranda, looking out over the lawn with its riotously coloured flower beds.
There is a silence and then Olivia turns to her and says softly, ‘It doesn’t excuse it, you know. It doesn’t mean you did nothing wrong.’
‘I know that, really I do. But you should have known it all a long time ago. I shouldn’t have buried everything away as I did. If I hadn’t, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.’ Cheska looks more peaceful now that she has shared her story.
Olivia thinks for a moment and then says, ‘I’m sorry. About the baby. That was very cruel.’
Cheska says slowly, ‘I think that under any circumstances I would probably have had an abortion. We were far too young. Well . . .’ She laughs with a touch of sorrow. ‘If Dan had wanted to marry me it might have been different. As it was . . . the damage was caused because he pretended none of it had ever happened. And because I couldn’t let go of a piece of fantasy. Even when Walt came along, I always thought I’d ended up with second best.’
Olivia is surprised. ‘Didn’t you love Walt?’
‘Oh yes, I did love him. But I couldn’t help clinging on to my romantic notions about Dan. I didn’t realise how much I need Walt, or what a good man he is, until all of this.’
‘Then something good has come out of it,’ Olivia says ruefully. ‘I suppose we should be glad about that.’
‘Well, it was a terrible and traumatic way for things to right themselves,’ Cheska says drily, ‘but yes, some good things have come out of it. I’m going to restart my career, for one thing. Walt is encouraging me to get back to work. No more charity balls. Proper human rights work, although it won’t be as a lawyer, unless I go back to law school. I’m afraid my legal career was another casualty of my stupid infatuation.’ She shakes her head. ‘I’m going to tell Olympia – and you must tell Bea – never to let herself be derailed by romantic dreams. Sometimes I think they’re half the reason why women don’t make it to the top as often as men. We let ourselves get distracted by fantasies.’
‘Maybe.’ Olivia likes the way Cheska talks as though Bea is not her daughter, but entirely Olivia’s. ‘I think it’s a good thing that you’re reclaiming your work. Good for you. I’m going to do the same. My work will have to support us a lot more than it has. I’ve got all sorts of ideas on the go.’
‘Well, while we’re all waiting for Dan to finish that bloody play . . .’ says Cheska jokily.
Olivia laughs. ‘What was he doing all that time?’
‘I think I might know.’ Cheska smiles conspiratorially. ‘I went into that study of his one day and the spider solitaire was open on his computer in the middle of a game. So I went to the statistics. He’d played seven thousand games in the last two years.’
‘What?’ Olivia is disbelieving. ‘He spent all that time playing solitaire?’
‘Maybe not all the time,’ Cheska rejoins. ‘I think sometimes he might have played fantasy cricket.’
They both laugh.
Cheska regards her in the twilight, her expression hard to read as the light fades. Then she asks, ‘Do you think you’ll take him back?’
Olivia slides a glance towards her, wondering if Cheska has in fact been sent by Dan and all this is to be reported back. But then she realises it doesn’t much matter either way. ‘No,’ she says at last. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘No.’ Cheska nods. ‘I can see why you wouldn’t. The trust is gone.’
‘Utterly gone. Utterly.’ There’s a long pause and then Olivia says, ‘But you and Walt are fine?’
‘Yes. He knows everything. He knew some of it anyway, in a vague way. But not about the baby. He didn’t know that.’
‘So he knows about . . . the twins?’ It’s hard for her to say it out loud. A nasty pain stabs her in the gut, and she feels a return of her fury towards Cheska for doing what she did. She breathes slowly and lets it drift away from her.
‘Well . . .’ Cheska colours slightly. ‘I said that I’d allowed myself to get too close to the twins; that I had emotional reasons for feeling connected to them. I don’t feel any longer that I’m their mother, and I don’t want that to be lodged in Walt’s mind. I know I’m not being entirely straight with him. I will be, one day. But there’s a lot for him to absorb at the moment, so we’re taking it slowly. He knows there’s more to the story. He’s willing to give me time to tell him. So far, he still seems to want me to stick around so . . .’ Cheska smiles again, although this time her lips are a little twisted as though she might be on the brink of tears.
‘I’m glad,’ Olivia says simply. ‘I wouldn’t have wanted Dan to spoil any more of your life for you. You deserve to be happy now.’ She is surprised to realise that she means it.
‘There’s lots of lost time to make up,’ agrees Cheska. ‘But I want you to know how deeply . . . deeply sorry I am about—’
Olivia cuts her off. ‘Don’t. Let’s not talk about it. I have my children and that’s all that matters.’
‘I know you’ll be a wonderful mother,’ Cheska says softly. After a moment she says, ‘I do love them too. I want you to know that. If you ever need help or anything at all, please come to me. I mean it.’
‘I know. But I hope it never comes to that.’
There’s another silence as they sit in the deepening blue of the night. Insects flit around them, drawn to the lighted windows behind them. Someone has looked out to see if Olivia is there, and discreetly withdrawn. Cheska says tentatively, ‘May I . . . can I see them?’
Olivia turns to her. The hatred she felt for Cheska, all the cold contempt, has gone, but while she has sympathy for her and what she suffered at Dan’s hands, there is still the fact of the pain she has caused and the deception she practised. It can’t be wiped out just like that. ‘No. I’m sorry, Cheska, but no. Not yet. Maybe one day. I’m still working up to letting Dan see them again. I know he’ll have to one day. We’ll need to start hammering out a divorce and custody and all of that. Maybe after that, you can see them. But not now. I hope you understand.’
She can just make out the sadness in Cheska’s eyes. ‘Of course,’ she says humbly. ‘I understand.’ She stands up. ‘And now I’ll be going. Thank you for listening.’
‘Thank you for coming.’ Olivia realises she means it. She feels a deeper peace than she has for a while. One of the sources of churning despair has been quieted. ‘It took guts. Thank you, Cheska.’
She puts out her hand and Cheska takes it with a sorrowful smile. ‘I hope we meet again,’ she says. ‘And . . . will you please kiss the children for me?’
‘Yes.’ Olivia returns the smile. ‘I will.’