Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Still, a compound,” Marnie says with wonder in his voice. “Who even does that?”
“A billionaire, excuse me, trillionaire, who has too much money,” I reply in a grim voice. “That’s who.”
Marnie shakes her head on screen, chestnut strands rippling.
“But still, you’re not going to live there, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” I say in a firm tone. “The compound isn’t who I am, and it’s not what I want for my baby either. I understand why Liam wants his kids to think of each other as siblings because siblings can be an amazing experience. But that doesn’t mean that I have to buy into the lifestyle. Me and my child can stay here, at my apartment,” I say emphatically. “There’s no need to uproot ourselves.”
Marnie nods, her blue eyes thoughtful.
“But are you still going to get the fifteen million dollar payout if you don’t live with the other wives?” she asks. “Or is that a requirement?”
“I don’t know,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I hope not, but I just don’t know the answer to that.”
Marnie squints at me, looking a bit concerned.
“So Liam hasn’t called you since?”
I grimace a bit, my heart breaking into small pieces in my chest as I speak.
“Unfortunately, no. In fact, I’m not expecting to hear from Liam Carrington ever again. I think that going forward, the only person that I’ll be speaking to is his attorney. Isn’t that so sad?” I ask, trying to keep my tears at bay. “I basically played right into his strategy. The billionaire lovebombed me, knocked me up, and then the moment we discovered my pregnancy, his lawyer called. It’s so sad, and I was so stupid!”
This time, the tears break through my resolve, and I begin to sob for the umpteenth time. My shoulders heave as waterfalls stream down my cheeks because I really have been a stupid, silly girl. I showed up at a man’s cabin as a dirty gift via Sweet Lies. That was my first mistake. I was nothing more than a warm body to him then, and yet somehow, I let myself get carried away into thinking that Liam actually cared about me.
But now, I haven’t heard from the CEO in days. He obviously found the positive pregnancy test, but hasn’t called, texted, nor emailed. Heck, we were having non-stop sex before the fateful pregnancy test, but now, it’s total silence. It’s like I never existed. Who even does that? I’d almost say that I’ve been ghosted, except that Liam sent his lawyer to talk to me, so I guess it's not complete no-contact.
Still, how unoriginal, unimaginative, and downright despicable for Liam to send Jimmy Warren as his substitute. I’m at once filled with rage and sadness that it’s come to this: attorneys, offers, and settlements. Yet I suppose this is how Mr. Carrington does business. Instead of handling problems himself, he has attack dogs on his payroll to do his dirty work. No need for the trillionaire to sully his hands when you can hire people do it. Even worse, I bet he treats all the mothers of his children this way. I daresay Belinda and Magda have had multiple conversations with Jimmy Warren over the years, and likely Liam doesn’t get involved even though we’re discussing his kids.
Meanwhile, Marnie watches empathetically as I cry my heart out, unable to contain my sobs.
“There, there,” she coos over the phone. “You’re going to be okay. Do you want me to come over?”
I shake my head, wiping at my slobby nose with a crumpled Kleenex.
“No, because you’d be shocked at how messy my apartment is. I’ve only been back a few days but it already looks like a pigsty.”
My pretty friend smiles.
“You know I don’t care about that,” she hums. “I can come over, no problem!”
I clear the frog in my throat before wiping at my cheeks again.
“No, no, I’m going to be okay. Thank you so much but you’ve already listened to me so many times, Marns, and I’m so grateful. Besides, how are you?” I ask. “I’m sorry for going on about myself non-stop. You’ve been an angel listening to me, Marns, and I can’t thank you enough.”
The curvy brunette smiles.
“No, it’s fine. What are friends for? Besides, I’m good, and there’s nothing much to report.”
I stare at her through the phone.
“That’s not true, Marns. I’m sure there’s something. How about that guy you were dating, Philip? How’s that going?”
“Oh him,” she says with a silly smile. “That guy stood me up! We were going to go on our third date, and he even texted me around noon to confirm. But then when I showed up at the restaurant around 6 p.m., he didn’t come! Can you believe it?”
I’m stumped, blinking into the screen.
“Really? That’s so lame! Maybe he’s in the hospital or something? Or had some kind of family emergency?”