The Billionaire's Secret Wife (The Pryce Family Book 3) (Volume 3) by Nadia Lee

he didn’t blame her one bit for wanting some affection while her husband flaunted his mistresses.
    Justin wondered what it would’ve been like to grow up with parents like that. His parents certainly hadn’t been perfect, but they’d been deeply committed to each other. His father would’ve considered it dishonorable to break his wedding vows.
    The limo pulled up in front of their hotel, and a smartly uniformed man opened the door. Justin climbed out and extended his hand, helping Vanessa out. She swayed a bit on her feet. “Sure you’re okay?” he asked.
    “I’m fine.” She gave him a wan smile. “Just hungry.”
    Justin nodded and took her to their suite, keeping a hand at the small of her back. She seemed more fragile, like she’d lost weight. “Are you having morning sickness?” he asked when they were in their suite.
    “No. I can’t eat a lot, but I’m not nauseous or anything.” She sat on the love seat, her whole body sagging in relief. She stretched out her legs. “What are you in the mood for?”
    “I’m pretty simple. Meat and potatoes should do it. How about you?”
    “Maybe…some lightly prepared fish, if they have any? Nothing too heavy.”
    Justin picked up the room service menu and glanced at it. They had salmon in a tarragon cream sauce, but it was probably not what she wanted. He didn’t know if the kitchen had anybody who could make decent seafood. Vanessa was undoubtedly spoiled by her brother’s chefs. He dialed and placed their order, instructing them to prepare Vanessa’s fish lightly without the cream sauce. He added an order for extra bread and hung up.
    “That was a pretty picky order.”
    He sat next to her. “So? It’s their job to make you happy.”
    Wordlessly, she rested her head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around her. Peace settled over him. He’d been on the edge ever since Vanessa had left Chicago the week before. Even though she’d agreed to the marriage, he hadn’t been completely sure she’d show up on Friday. Over the ten years they’d spent together, she’d been fickle in her affections, changing her mind frequently about their relationship.
    But now she was officially his.
    * * *
    Some time later their room service arrived. Justin got up to sign for it, and Vanessa sighed, missing him next to her. The server disappeared, and she moved over to the table to have dinner. She wasn’t that hungry, but she knew she had to eat for the sake of the baby growing in her womb.
    The table was beautifully set with two red roses in the center. She picked one up and inhaled. It smelled fresh and dewy.
    Then she suddenly stopped, feeling Justin’s gaze on her. She raised an eyebrow, but he merely gave her a devilish smile.
    They sat at the table. Justin had ordered a steak for himself. He looked at her salmon and asked, “Let me know if you don’t like it.”
    She took a bite of the firm orange flesh. It was moist…and perfectly seasoned and prepared. “Mm. Good.” She smiled, her fingers toying with a glass of mineral water. “It’s so weird to eat without any wine.” Unless she was working, she always had a glass of wine. “You should’ve ordered some champagne.”
    “Let’s wait until the baby’s born. Then we can enjoy it together.”
    Her smile faltered. It seemed unreal, both to think about the baby’s birth and the idea that Justin would be with her till then, and that he would want to drink champagne with her. That was a long time to be committed to a woman. She’d seen some associates at her firm who’d gotten huge during pregnancy. Would he still find her attractive? Or would he want somebody who didn’t waddle?
    If one of her friends had been having the kind of doubts she was having, she would’ve told her that any man who didn’t worship the body of the woman who was pregnant with his child was a worthless jackass. But she couldn’t seem to muster the same certainty for herself. What a hypocrite , she thought.
    She made a mental