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(Email from Sophia Wildingham. April, three years before)
Henry,
I know the right thing to do is wait until you get back from Switzerland and tell you to your face. I’m sorry but I can’t wait that long.
I love Mark and I’m going to Brazil with him. I shouldn’t have done it, I know. He was so cross with me and so on your side, I just had to see if I could break him down. I could, but the biter was also bit this time.
I know I haven’t treated you well but the truth is I’m not cut out for the life you want. The last year, the talk of marriage and children made me feel trapped. I know what I said but I never wanted that, not really. I want to be free, to do what I want. I don’t want to be tied down and you were pulling tighter every single day. I want to breathe.
We should have broken up years ago. You should never have forgiven me after Ed. If there is such a thing as being too loyal, you are too loyal. Some things are not for ever, and can never be made for ever.
It’s time to stop pretending. This is goodbye. I’m leaving my job and my phone behind. Mark is doing the same. Don’t try to find us. You won’t hear from us again.
Have a good life,
Sophia.
