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hers who had an exclusive shop in Chelsea, and Nina had been genuinely astonished at the talent she’d insisted Sorrel’s sketches displayed.
    In her five years of fashion modelling—up until she’d married Reece—Sorrel had naturally made quite a few useful contacts in the world of couture fashion. NinaBryant was just one of them. With her friend’s encouragement, she was determined to take advantage of all the contacts she could, and perhaps gain some useful employment for her supposed talents.
    Her need to be independent again after the hurtful things that Reece had said to her would be the drive she needed to prepare for life after the baby came. Because, no matter how much he believed he had a hold on her—because he was the one with the wealth and she should be too scared to leave in case the courts gave him full custody—Sorrel needed to have a ‘fallback’ should the situation between them get any worse. Even if she struggled financially—and she prayed she wouldn’t have to—surely it would be better than living with a man who had clearly fallen out of love with her? His only reason for staying married to her was that they were to have a child together, and he wouldn’t rescind on his innate sense of responsibility….

CHAPTER THREE
    H AVING made reservations at his favourite restaurant for dinner, Reece consulted his over-full diary as he sat at his desk in his study, and proceeded to cancel and rearrange as many appointments as he could over the next few weeks. His overriding emotion towards his young wife might predominantly be anger because of what she’d done, but he still harboured enough affection to be concerned about her.
    The moment he’d seen her in the solicitor’s office he had noticed that she had lost a little weight, and there was a distinct sense of defeat about her shoulders that Reece couldn’t help but feel responsible for. He’d always been concerned that Sorrel didn’t take care of herself enough. Her job dictated that she regularly had to curtail her appetite to stay as willowy and slender as she was, and Reece hadn’t always liked that. That was one of the reasons he’d wanted her to give up modelling when he met her—his desire and hope that she would just be able to eat normally like any other healthy young girl.
    He’d loved the notion of taking her to all the most wonderful places in the world to eat and witnessing her enjoyment, and in their first year of marriage together he had done exactly that. But that seemed like a long timeago now, and Reece could hardly bear to reflect on the happiness they’d shared then and consider in contrast what trouble they were in now.
    Raising the pretty silver-framed photograph on the desk in front of him to examine it more closely, Reece studied the portrait of his wife that always made his heart beat a little faster—no matter how many times he glanced at it. There was a smaller version of the same picture in his wallet, and whenever he was away from Sorrel not a day went by when he didn’t take it out to look at it. The past three months hadn’t been any different. Her bewitching face was equal parts angel and enchantress—those distinctly almond-shaped baby blue eyes of hers unusual enough and striking enough to make you take a second glance even if the rest of her hadn’t been as equally beautiful or striking.
    He’d felt so damn lucky when he’d married her—knowing that other men would always look at him with her and envy his good fortune. And besides her delightful looks there had just been so much about Sorrel to love. Even though she’d been an up-and-coming young fashion model when Reece had first met her, she had never been one of those women that needed constant high maintenance. Instead she’d been spontaneous and fun.
    Make-up and fashionable clothing might have been the order of the day when she