not looking forward to telling him that. Anything significant in the mail?’
‘Not that I’ve seen so far, but I haven’t opened them all yet. I’ll check.’
She vanished and Ellie went to her desk. Taking out the Fellani file, she glanced quickly through the papers, reminding herself of the details.
Three years earlier, Signor Fellani had made a whirlwind marriage with Harriet Barker, an Englishwoman he’d met while she was on holiday in his native city, Rome. But after the initial excitement died the marriage had suffered. When Harriet finally discovered that she was pregnant she had left him, coming back to England.
He’d followed her, insisting that she return to him, and, when she refused, he’d demanded joint custody of the unborn child. This she also refused.
Harriet must be a woman of great courage, Ellie thought. Leonizio was an autocrat, a man who demanded obedience and knew how to get it. In their few meetings he had treated her with cool courtesy, but she had always sensed an underlying steeliness. To the wife who was defying him he might be terrifying, but perhaps that was why she was so determined to escape him.
Rita appeared in the doorway, holding out a letter.
‘He’s going to create merry hell when he reads this,’ she said.
Ellie read it with mounting dismay. It was from Harriet’s lawyers.
Your client must understand that he has no rights over this child, because it is not his. His wife left him because she had found another partner and become pregnant. Now a DNA test has proved that the child she is carrying is not her husband’s.
She is anxious to conclude the divorce as soon as possible so that she can marry the child’s father before the birth.
Please persuade Signor Fellani to see sense.
A copy of the paperwork for the DNA test was enclosed. There was no doubt that the baby had been fathered by the other man.
‘Oh, heavens!’ she sighed. ‘What a dreadful thing to have to tell him.’
‘Especially today,’ Rita said.
‘Why, what’s different about today?’
‘It’s Valentine’s Day. The day for lovers, when they celebrate the joy of their love.’
‘Oh, no!’ Ellie groaned. ‘I’d forgotten the date. You’re right. But he’s Italian. Perhaps they don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day in Italy. I hope not because that would really rub it in.’
A noise from outside made her glance through the window. She saw a taxi draw up, and Signor Fellani get out. She went to wait for him in her office, longing for this soon to be over.
A few moments later he appeared at her door, his face stern and purposeful.
‘I’m sorry to spring this meeting on you without warning,’ he said, ‘but something has happened that changes everything.’
Did that mean he already knew?
‘I went to see Harriet yesterday evening,’ he continued. ‘I believed we could talk things over properly; find a way to make a future together for the sake of our child. But she wasn’t there. She’s gone, and not left an address. Why? Why pick this moment to run away from me?’
So he didn’t know, Ellie realised, her heart sinking. The next few minutes were going to be terrible.
‘She obviously doesn’t feel able to talk,’ she said. ‘Perhaps you should just accept that it’s over.’
‘Over between her and me, but not between me and my child,’ he retorted swiftly.
She hesitated, dismayed at the disaster that was heading their way. Sensing her unease, he spoke more quietly.
‘You probably think I’m being unreasonable about this; pursuing a woman who doesn’t want me. Why don’t I just let her go? But it’s not that simple. I can let her go, but not the baby. There’s a connection there that nothing can break, and if she thinks she’s going to make me a stranger to my own child, she’s wrong. I’ll never let that happen.’
Ellie wanted to cry out, to make him stop at all costs. Never before had this hard man revealed his feelings so frankly, and her heart ached at the thought of how she was about to hurt him.
‘I need you to find her,’ he said. ‘Her lawyers won’t tell me where she is but you can get it out of them.’
‘I’m afraid it wouldn’t help,’ she said heavily.
‘Of course it would help. They tell you, you tell me, and I go to see her and make her stop this nonsense.’
‘No!’ Ellie clenched her fists. ‘It isn’t nonsense. I’m sorry, I hate to tell you this, but I have to.’
‘Tell me what?’
She took a deep breath and forced herself to say, ‘The baby isn’t yours.’
Silence. She wondered if he’d actually heard her.
‘What did you say?’ he asked at last.
‘She’s carrying another man’s child. I only found out myself just now. It’s all in this letter.’
She handed him the letter from his wife’s lawyer, and tried to read his expression as he read it. But his face was blank. At last he gave a snort.
‘So this is her latest trick. Does she think to fool me?’
‘It’s not a trick. She had a DNA test done and that proves it.’
‘A DNA test? But surely they can’t be done before the child is born? It’s too dangerous.’
‘That was true once. But recently new techniques have been developed, and it can be done safely while a baby is still in the womb.’
‘But they’d have needed to compare the child’s DNA with mine. I haven’t given a sample so they can’t have.’
‘They got a sample from the other man in her life and compared it with that,’ Ellie said. ‘The result was positive. I’m afraid there’s no doubt he’s the father. You’ll find it here.’
He took the paper she held out. Ellie tensed, waiting for the storm to break. This man couldn’t tolerate being defied, and the discovery of his soon-to-be ex-wife’s treachery would provoke an explosion of temper.
But nothing happened. A terrible stillness had descended on him as he stared at the message that meant devastation to all his hopes. The colour drained from his face, leaving it with a greyish pallor that might have belonged to a dead man.
At last he spoke in a toneless voice. ‘Can I believe the test?’
‘I know the lab that did it,’ she said. ‘They are completely reliable. I’m afraid it’s true.’
Suddenly he turned away
