Page 38 of The Billionaire's Proposal

Winslow looks devastated that I lost the money, and I appear disappointed although my words don’t match. I wouldn’t change my decision because I’m happy either way; money doesn’t make me happy; people do.

But watching him propose to me opens the gates, and I cry the happiest tears.

The anchorwoman looks to her counterpart. “She may have lost millions, but she received something far rarer—the billionaire’s proposal.”

A collective ahhh fills the room, and I lay my head against my fiancé’s arm.

Winslow’s brothers and Benson hit his shoulder, teasing him. We have dessert, and then I go to the bathroom to give myself a few minutes to gather my emotions. I pull out my phone and scroll through social media to see how many people are calling me a gold digger. Winslow’s personal verified account has a still picture of him down on one knee. Most of the comments are nice.

Congratulations.

She’s hot.

Beautiful couple.

But there are a few derogatory remarks.

She’s blue collar.

Seriously? A fisherwoman?

I type in the comments. Thank you for loving the ocean as much as I do.

I come out to find the family whispering, and Winslow’s eyes are locked down. They’re all looking at their phones as mine dings with a notification from Orlando, a link, and a message.

Orlando: Not trying to rain on your parade but wanted you to see it so you and Winslow could talk.

I watch the video. It’s a girl on his lap, time and date stamped when he was in Chicago. I look up to see his whole family staring at me.

“Cameron, it’s not what it looks like,” Winslow says, hesitantly walking towards me.

Warner and Wells join in, nodding vigorously. “We were there. He’s innocent.”

His mom’s face falls.

Waverly squeezes Benson’s hands. “Tell her he wasn’t cheating.”

“If she knows him at all, then she knows he would never cheat.”

So much has happened in a short amount of time, and I wonder if I’ve overlooked some red flags. “I need a moment.” Winslow reaches for my hand, and an electrical current shoots through me. We have so much chemistry, but is that what this is? I shake his hand off and hold mine, gesturing to stop. My feet drag me to the patio and as I push through the heavy doors, the stifling humidity nearly suffocates me.

I stop there, thinking, Will I have to deal with other women throwing themselves at him? And can I deal with it?

I hear footsteps and feel his presence behind me. My arms are folded over my waist. “Can we talk?”

I nod.

“It’s important to me that you believe me.”

“I do, but is this what life will be? Constant worrying of cheating. I mean you’re you. Tall with a body that could set the ocean ablaze and have more money than can be spent.”

He embraces me from the back, and I melt into him. We watch the sunset with his arms around me. After a few silent moments, he turns me around and gazes deeply into my butterscotch eyes.

“I’ve never cheated, and I certainly won’t cheat on the person who I want to spend every day with. The woman I want to bear my children. The woman I want to go on grand adventures with, and the woman who fills every corner of my heart. I love you, Cameron Darling.”

“I love you.”

“I just called the legal department and amended the pre-nup. If I cheat on you, which I would never, you get fifty percent of everything I have.”

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