Page 79 of The Soulmate

I nodded. Smiled. I might have waved. It all felt robotic. But Max didn’t seem to notice. Funny to think that this was the last time I ever laid eyes on him.

After he was gone, I looked back at the screen. Did he love Pippa Gerard? Was that what this was about? Pippa and Gabe had moved away very soon after the night of the video. To Portsea – a lovely spot. We had a beach house there ourselves, which we used for a month each summer. Max said he was glad Gabe was able to make a fresh start. Was he also glad because it meant he didn’t need to live with the guilt of his affair with Gabe’s wife?

Only a week or two ago Max had showed me an article about how Gabe had earned himself a reputation as a ‘suicide whisperer’, talking to people who came to the cliff outside his house, convincing them that they had something left to live for. I thought it was a lovely full-circle moment. I’d been happy for him. Now I was sad for him. Sad for me.

I needed answers, and I wasn’t going to get them from Max.

I saved the incriminating files from the USB to my computer’s desktop, picked it up, carried it to the dining room table and left it there, open, where he would see it. Why bother with a note when this would tell him everything he needed to know? Then I removed the USB.

Now, I needed to speak to Pippa.

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PIPPA

THEN

It took me a couple of minutes to realise that Max wasn’t responding to me. I’d been too wrapped up in my own rebellion, throwing off the shackles of the perfect wife. But gradually I became aware of Max’s stillness, and I stepped back.

‘I’m sorry, Pippa,’ he said. ‘I hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression. But I love my wife.’

I was mortified, but Max seemed even more embarrassed than me. He could barely meet my eyes.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, hurriedly retrieving my bra and T-shirt from the floor. ‘I’ll leave now.’

‘I’ll call security and let them know you’re coming down,’ he said, when I was dressed. Polite to the end.

I travelled down in the elevator alone.

I was almost home when I received a phone call from Max’s security guard saying Gabe had tried to break in to the NewZ offices. He’d been in a highly agitated state, and Max had called an ambulance. I was stunned that, after everything, Max was still helping Gabe.

I turned the car around and drove to the hospital.

79

AMANDA

AFTER

As Max talks to Detective Conroy, a sense of peace washes over him. I feel it too, even though I’m still not sure where I am, or what I’m doing here, on this strange threshold between the universe and beyond. What I do know is that while I’ve been in this liminal space, I’ve discovered things that most people never get to see. Things which have altered my perspective on the messiness of humanity.

It’s as if, while living your life, you view the world through a straw. You see only the tiniest sliver, all of it from your own perspective. Other people have their motives, their backstories, their feelings, but you don’t know that unless they share them with you, and even then there’s every chance they’re lying or prevaricating. What strikes me most now is theaudacityof people, walking around with such certainty while armed with only the scantest information. I’m ashamed to say I was one of those people.

But in death, you see everything. All perspectives, all motives, all backstories. It’s overwhelming at first, wading through it all. Not to mention horribly unsatisfying. With perspective, you lose glorious things like self-righteousness, self-pity. You still feel deceived and hurt, but they swim among other, more compelling emotions, like understanding, and empathy, and concern. Emotions you don’t necessarily want to feel for those who have caused you pain.

Of course, of particular interest to me is Max’s infidelity with Pippa Gerard. In death, I can see the moment it happened, as well as everything that led up to it. The context is unsettling and, frankly, irritating. It takes away my white-hot rage and replaces it with a whole spectrum of feelings, ranging from betrayal to compassion.

I see that, like me, Pippa is a woman who loves her husband deeply. A woman who has put up with more than she should have for the sake of her marriage. A woman who, among other things, took in her husband’s love child and never once resented that baby for her father’s wrongdoing. A woman who made a bad choice on a desperate evening when she attempted to seduce Max, but who isn’t overall bad. If anything, in the context of her own marriage, I can almost understand it. There’s only so many times you can be hit before you decide to hit back.

In death I discover that Max’s intention, on meeting Pippa that night, was pure. I discover that, on top of the emotion he was feeling, the wine and pain medication created a perfect storm for Max. But the most interesting thing I discover in death is that I misunderstood what happened after the video stopped. In death, I see the whole scene unfurl. And instead of breaking my heart, it brings me such immense joy, I feel like my feet might lift off the ground and take me all the way to heaven.

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PIPPA

NOW

The girls protest as I pull them from their beanbags.