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‘I signed it over to Brooke before the accident and, according to my lawyers, everything that once belonged to Brooke is likely to go to you in the end because I refused to take it. I don’t want anything that belonged to her,’ he confessed quietly. ‘Of course, it will take weeks, if not months, to disentangle the legal threads concerning the misidentification that has been made and free up her funds. In the meantime I will ensure that you are financially secure. The apartment is serviced. The fridge should be packed with food.’
‘I don’t want your money,’ she whispered and flinched inside herself because standing in an apartment he had bought, wearing clothing he had purchased and making such a statement struck her as absurd. But the knowledge that he had evidently consulted his lawyers about their situation before she had even left his home chilled her to the marrow.
‘Nonetheless, I will not leave you destitute. That would be unpardonable,’ Lorenzo bit out in a fierce undertone. ‘You have done nothing wrong. In your role as Brooke’s lookalike you may have innocently contributed to the mistaken identification that was made but your life has been disrupted as much as mine by what happened. It’s my responsibility to ensure that you don’t suffer for that.’
Milly was already suffering, and she didn’t want to hear that he still viewed her as his responsibility, not when he was in the act of casting her off like an old shoe. Her stomach lurched again and she crossed her arms defensively. She said nothing while she watched him from below her lashes, committing every beloved feature to memory. Those beautiful lustrous dark eyes of his were hard and dark without even a redeeming hint of gold. Yet he still looked amazing, sleek and dark and devastatingly handsome. And even the thought made her feel guilty because she was lusting after her sister’s husband, wasn’t she?
Instead she opted to wonder what his precious lawyers had told him to do. Handle her with kid gloves? Give her no cause for complaint or any excuse to run to the press and tell all? Even after all they had shared, did he still think so little of her that he could believe that she would betray him like that? And what did it matter what he thought of her now when everything was over?
Topsy on her lap, she sat still long after he had departed. She had a new life to plan now, she told herself urgently. She didn’t want to return to being a waitress. Living Brooke’s life had made her more ambitious, just as the long struggle to recover from the accident and handle living with amnesia had made her stronger. She would look into other jobs and work out if she could qualify for a training course and take it from there. She might feel as if losing her sister for ever and then losing Lorenzo as well had left her with a giant black hole inside her chest, but she couldn’t afford to give way to such feelings or they would eat her alive.
Right now, she was at rock bottom but, from here on in, her life could only improve...
CHAPTER NINE
THENEXTMONTHpassed painfully slowly for Milly.
She had no contact whatsoever from Lorenzo, but she received more than one visit from his lawyers, seeking affidavits and signatures to documents while also persuading her to consent to a DNA test. They kept her informed of her legal position and of what would happen next. And it being the law, it moved at a leisurely pace but, finally, the day of Brooke’s funeral arrived.
The media storm that had erupted at the news of Brooke’s death, and the half-sister who had mistakenly been identified as her, had died surprisingly swiftly, firstly because Brooke had become old news, and secondly because they could neither find Milly to ask her to tell her story nor identify the woman who was Brooke’s half-sister.
Milly had lived very quietly, walking miles through the streets with Topsy to keep herself busy while struggling to suppress her memories of the time she had spent with Lorenzo. There was no point looking back to a relationship that should never have happened in the first place, she told herself sternly. He wasn’t hers, never had been hers, and never would be hers again.
All the same, even in the midst of her grief there came a day when she could no longer close her eyes to the complication that had developed: she was pregnant with Lorenzo’s baby. And a joy that laced her with guilt filled her almost to overflowing at a development that onlyshewas likely to welcome. For too long, she had ignored her symptoms, and by the time she went to a doctor to have her pregnancy confirmed, she had already done a home test and had fully come to terms with the reality of her condition.
And that she had fallen pregnant really wasn’t that surprising, she reasoned ruefully. She had had sex with Lorenzo countless times and no precautions had been taken. Lorenzo had believed she had an IUD fitted because at the time he had believed that she was Brooke and she hadn’t had the knowledge to contradict him.
He would be upset when she told him, and Milly knew that eventually she wouldhaveto tell him. How could she not? He had a right to know his child—even if the woman carrying his child wasn’t the one he would have chosen for the role.
Even when he had believed she was Brooke he had said,‘The last complication we need now is a child.’
But she wasn’t the same person she had been on the day of the crash, she recognised wryly. Her recuperation and dealing with life as an amnesiac in a rocky marriage had taught her that she was far more mentally and physically robust than she had ever dreamt. Neither of them were to blame for her pregnancy. She was happy about her child, even excited about her future. Lorenzo could hurt her, she conceded ruefully, but he wouldn’tbreakher.
Those were the thoughts on her mind as she dressed for her sister’s funeral, bundling her hair below a hat, doing her utmost to ensure that nobody would notice her and catch on to the powerful resemblance between her and Brooke. The lawyers had assured her that nobody expected her to attend. For nobody, she had read Lorenzo, and she had grimaced and had said that of course she would attend her sister’s reburial.
A car picked her up at ten. The church was almost empty, there being few mourners this long after Brooke’s demise but the paparazzi were out in force outside the church, peering suspiciously at everyone, in search of the half-sister they had heard about but had not yet contrived to identify. Her head bent, her slender body shrouded in a deliberately unfashionable black coat, Milly dropped into a pew at the back of the church, listening to the service while striving not to stare at the back of Lorenzo’s arrogant dark head.
How could she think of him as the father of her baby when it wasn’t even acceptable to approach him at the funeral, lest someone snatch a photo of them together? At the graveside, tears burning at the backs of her eyes for the sister who was gone and for the sibling affection she had never managed to ignite, she stole a fleeting glance at Lorenzo. He dealt her a faint nod of acknowledgement. His lean, strong face had a tougher, harder edge. He had lost weight. But then Milly had lost weight as well. She felt nauseous much of the day and it was an effort to remember to eat as one day drifted into another. Usually she tried to eat when she was feeding Topsy.
Lorenzo studied Milly from the other side of the cemetery. He hadn’t wanted her to attend. He had needed her to stay in the background and out of sight, had assured himself over and over again that that was the only sensible solution. But there she stood, lost in the folds of a voluminous coat, her incredible hair hidden below a trilby hat, her delicate face shadowed by the brim and barely recognisable. She looked thinner, younger, but naturally she looked younger because shewasyears younger than Brooke had been. Milly would only be twenty-three on her next birthday he reminded himself doggedly. It was all over,finallyover, the whole distasteful business of his marriage to Brooke, done and dusted, he reflected, fighting to block memories of his time in Italy with Milly: long golden days lazily drifting past, the scent and the taste of her, the sound of her laughter and the readiness of her smile.
It would do him no good to dwell on the past. He had married Brooke and it had been a disaster from start to finish. And Milly was Brooke’s half-sister and by acting as her unofficial stand-in had knowingly engaged with Brooke in an unsavoury deception to fool innocent people. Evidently, she had seen nothing wrong with that kind of behaviour. In other words, the same thread of dishonesty that had run through his late wife like poison had an echo in Milly as well. But she could learn to do better with his guidance, he reasoned squarely. After all, nobody was perfect. And after the ordeal of living with Brooke, he wasn’t perfect either because he found it very hard to trust a woman again. He had needed time away from Milly to recover from the fallout of his failed marriage and the drama of discovering that he had been living with another woman.
He remembered Milly cooking for him, remembered her giving him pleasure as he had never known, and his teeth gritted. It was done: the connection had to remain broken for the moment, lest the paparazzi go into a feeding frenzy over Milly’s very existence. Hopefully, their interest in identifying her wouldn’t last much longer. But were they to discover her and place her within his life, they would tear her apart, implying this, implying that,hurtingher as she did not deserve to be hurt.
When the vicar had finished, Milly watched Lorenzo swing on his heel and walk away, wide strong shoulders straight as girders beneath his black cashmere overcoat, his back even straighter, and suddenly she couldn’t bear it. In fact, her temper soared. So much remained unsaid between them and she didn’t even have his phone number! What had she done that was so bad that he was treating her as though she didn’t exist? And shehadto tell him about the baby. She had no choice on that score. There was no way she was prepared to ring his lawyers and tellthem! He owed her a hearing, didn’t he?
‘Lorenzo!’ she exclaimed, darting frantically in his wake, her face heating with embarrassment at being forced to abandon her hard-won dignity.
Lorenzo wheeled to a sudden halt and turned back to face her.
‘I need to see you to talk about something,’ she told him in an angry rush. ‘Do you think you could call round this evening?’
‘Tomorrow evening. If I must,’ Lorenzo gritted, his glorious dark golden eyes locked to her with an intensity that brought her out in goose bumps.
‘Youmust,’ Milly declared with bold emphasis. ‘I wouldn’t ask to see you if I didn’t have a good reason for it.’
‘Around eight, then,’ Lorenzo confirmed coolly. ‘Are you sure it isn’t something my lawyers could handle?’
