Spanish Escape: The Playboy of Puerto Banús / A Game of Vows / For the Sake of Their Son. Carol Marinelli

when he had warned that he didn’t want children and decided then that she would never tell him while this contract was between them. When she was back home in England and there was distance, when she could tell him without breaking down, or hang up on him if she was about to, then she would confess.

      And there would be no apology either. Estelle surged in sudden defensiveness for her child—she wasn’t going to start its life by apologising for its existence. However Raúl dealt with the news was up to him.

      ‘So…’ Still Antonio was focused on Estelle. ‘You met last year?’

      ‘We did.’ Estelle smiled.

      ‘When he said he was seeing an ex, I thought it was that…’ Antonio snapped his fingers. ‘The one with the strange name. The one he really liked.’

      ‘Antonio.’ Angela chided, but he was too doped up on morphine for inhibition.

      ‘Araminta!’ Antonio said suddenly.

      ‘Ah, yes, Araminta.’ Estelle smiled sweetly to her husband. ‘Was that the one making a play for you at Donald’s wedding?’

      ‘That’s the one.’ Raúl actually looked uncomfortable.

      ‘You were serious for a long time,’ Antonio commented.

      Estelle glanced up, saw a black smile on Luka’s face.

      ‘Weren’t you engaged to her?’ he asked. ‘I remember my mother saying that she thought there might soon be a wedding.’

      ‘Luka,’ Angela warned. ‘Raúl’s wife is here.’

      ‘It’s fine,’ Estelle attempted—except her cheeks were on fire. She was as jealous as if she had just found out about a bit of her husband’s past she’d neither known of nor particularly liked. ‘If I’d needed to know about all of Raúl’s past before I married him we’d barely have got to his twenties by now.’

      She should have left it there, but there was a white-hot feeling tearing up her throat when she thought of how he’d so cruelly dismissed Araminta—and that was someone he’d once cared about.