And Luca Vance, who had no idea what he was standing in, said: “She was so wound up about that promotion.

I was up with her till one in the morning telling her to take it.

I called Marcus at midnight from that bar to say I’d be late — he still slags me off about it.”

“Marcus.”

“My husband.” He looked up from his coffee.

“Ivan.

You look like you’ve been hit.”

I did not tell him.