A Small Adventure by Santa Montefiore

... So this was her life? In her late forties, with children grown up and a husband busy at work, travelling so much he was rarely at home - and, when he was, she felt more like a domestic than a wife .... Did she love him? If she did, it was a familiar love that was barely aware of itself. She trudged on, gazing bleakly into her future. Was this as good as it was going to get?