Some girls from your past you better never see again.
My own Brenda, eight months pregnant, was sitting back at home, but Lieve was sitting on the barstool right next to me, red-haired and freckled and, from the first instant my eyes met her green eyes, I knew that I would be making the worst mistake of my life.
She was just enchanting. I don't use that word very often, but she was, in the true sense of that word.
"Keep my crutch free," she said at one point, parroting Hazes and his mindless song. "So, she'll never come back," I thought.
But this story didn't unfold like the lyrics of that old crooner. She really did go to the washroom and, just a couple of minutes later, Lieve - that's what she called herself - came back.
She asked me if I would like to take her home. I could hardly believe that this was really happening. She was too young, I was too old and, on top of everything else, I was too married. And, what was more, I would be a father in a couple of weeks.
Of course, I should have just thanked her for her company and offered to call her a cab. Just three kisses on the cheek, and that would be that.
That's how it should have gone.
But it didn't go that way.
Twenty years ago, Paul Meertens cheated on the woman he had just married. Now, while he has a good job with an IT company, he is face to face with his one-night stand of the time, Lieve Breevoort. She is applying for the position of management assistant. Paul is upset, but pulls up. He decides to send a rejection letter and forget about the whole incident as soon as possible. But this time Lieve cannot be pushed aside so easily. He soon sees her as a dance teacher for his youngest daughter, as his wife's new squash partner and as a substitute at school. He is really starting to see her everywhere. Is he going crazy? No, it is worse than that. She's out for revenge and she's had a damn long time to prepare it…
A hard-hitting