'I'm not upset.' Edward swung round and left the room, walked down the corridor and settled in the waiting room. He wasn't just upset, he was furious. She was his wife and she was shutting him out, dismissing him as a husband as if he were of no account.

Did he really deserve a wife who had such a low opinion of him? Did she think he had been faking it with her for the whole of the past month? Faking the passion, the laughter, the enjoyment? Without warning, he badly wanted a drink and he wanted to punch something hard. He leapt upright again and paced. Bella was stubborn and rigid in her views. That wedding ring jibe? How could she be so petty?