In the space of a minute or so, I've been pulled out of my blissful stupor and sucked back down to earth.

So much for seventh heaven. Seventh hell, more like.

I should be relieved, overjoyed at the announcement but all I can do is stand here naked, hovering over the dining table, clutching the phone tightly. All I can do is breathe, and even that seems difficult right now. I'm not actually married to Tristan, it was all make-believe. A make-believe fairy tale I was all ...