Natalie pulled out her wallet and flicked it open to reveal Freddie’s photograph. She thrust it in Jack’s face.

“What’s that?” he asked. “Oh, God, you’ve had a baby. Of course, how foolish of me. Here I am trying to let you down gently. I should have known you would have moved on, met someone else—started a family.”

“Oh you idiot,” Natalie seethed. “I told you I had something to tell you, didn’t I? While you were in Italy, I was here on my own. Pregnant.”

She realized he still didn’t understand what she was saying. “About nine months after our weekend in Venice, Jack, I gave birth to a baby boy. To your son.”

Jack’s jaw dropped.

“Congratulations, Casanova,” Natalie said. “You’re a father.”