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‘Tell me, Alice, how does a girl go about getting a divorce these days?’

Three years ago Rosie walked blindly into marriage with Harry. They have precisely nothing in common except perhaps their little boy Ivo. Not that Harry pays him much attention, preferring to spend his time with his braying upper class friends.

But the night that Harry drunkenly does something unspeakable, Rosie decides he’s got to go. In between fantasizing how she might bump him off, she takes the much more practical step of divorcing this blight on her and Ivo’s lives.

However, when reality catches up with her darkest fantasies, Rosie realizes, at long last, that it is time she took charge of her life. There’ll be no more regrets … she hopes.