The Greek's Pregnant Bride

If he’d thought she was happy with the status quo it wouldn’t disturb him so much but, whenever he looked in her eyes, all he saw was unhappiness. When she was with him, she withdrew into herself. He was doing everything in his power to bring her spark back but she resisted at every turn. There were times when he thought he saw glimmers of it, generally if a magazine was released with her photography in it or if they passed a billboard she’d created—her face would light up like an enchanted child’s.

It pained him to see her so withdrawn. It unnerved him. It reminded him too much of how things had been with his mother, when nothing he did made any difference to her mood.

Today, he was determined to get to the bottom of it—he would learn whatever it was troubling her and fix it, whether she wanted to talk about it or not.

She must have seen the no-nonsense light in his eyes for she pursed her lips together, slapped the lid of her laptop down and grabbed her handbag.

‘Let’s go, then.’

* * *

All was good with the obstetrician. Alessandra was healthy. Her blood pressure was normal. Their baby’s heartbeat was strong. Yes. All was good. Christian always left those appointments feeling lighter.

a number of homes in excellent parts of Milan, all large enough to raise a football team,

his intuition that something was seriously wrong

said after the third viewing.

do you want to

them to. The lively atmosphere there had certainly played its part,

soon and waited for Alessandra to get into the

met his eye. ‘Can we

she wore. Almost practical. Ever the fashionista, though, she wore a black-and-white drop-waisted mini-dress. The gap between

looked closely or from a profile view, they would see

now closed shops, and into a narrow street packed

a Friday evening and the place had been full of people ready to let their hair down after a hard week