My chalet was on the beach, and I made the short walk to the gorgeous timber-clad structure aware of his every step behind me.

‘I intended to come back—I promise.’

‘You promise? Why should I take your word on anything? You told the staff you were visiting friends when all along you intended to abscond from our marriage. And now you’re hiding in a resort on the other side of the world under a false name. Not to mention you seem to have had a child during that time. I am assuming the child is yours?’

‘Of course he his. Who else’s would he be?’

He went as rigid as an ice statue, and what little colour had flowed back into his face on the walk from jetty to chalet receded momentarily before fury reddened his haughty cheekbones once more.

‘So I can add infidelity to your sins?’

‘Infid—? What are you talking about?’ Shock made my voice screech.

Andreos whimpered as I laid him down in his cot, and then went back to sound sleep.

‘We used contraception on our wedding night, as I recall,’ he rasped with icy condemnation.

‘Well, I wasn’t on birth control. I never have been. And, while I’m not an expert, I’m sure there’s a caution that states that condoms aren’t one hundred percent foolproof.’

‘And I’m suddenly to accept that the protection that has never failed me before suddenly malfunctioned with you?’

I wasn’t sure why the reference to other lovers drilled such angst through me. His lovers, past or present, were of no consequence to me. I had no hold over him, nor did he over me, when it came right down to it. All that had brought us together was my father’s greed and manipulation.

‘I don’t know what to say to make you believe me but I know the truth, Axios. Andreos is yours.’

Piercing eyes locked on mine for the better part of a minute. ‘If he’s mine, why have you hidden him from me for the better part of a year?’

His voice had changed, turned grittier, and he even looked a little shaken as his gaze swung again to Andreos. He started to walk towards the cot as if compelled, then stopped, shook his head.

‘Why is he here on the other side of the world when he should be in Greece, with his family?’

It would have been so easy to blurt out everything that had happened to me since that dreaded visit to the doctor in Switzerland. and the urgent summons to hear my diagnosis three gut-churning days later, when it had been confirmed that there was indeed a growth in my cervix.

But I was also told I was pregnant, and that any further exploration, even an initial biopsy to ascertain its malignancy or benignity, would jeopardise my baby.

I could have told him about the latest scans I had in my suitcase, taken by Dr Trudeau in Switzerland, and his recommendation to take action.