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“Okay, I’m listening. Go on.”

I take a deep, fortifying breath and begin to gather my words. I need to say it all. He needs to know the whole truth.

“I’m so sorry. I love you, but I’ve been in love with someone else. I … we hooked up during that break we took your freshman year. I was so confused and conflicted about what I had done.

“Then we got back together. You know the pressure our mamas have been placing us under. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

“But I liked the way he made me feel. It was different from us. I thought for sure you were hooking up with girls all along. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep things with him going.

“Christmas break turned into a year. Then a year turned into three and then I had fallen in love with him, but I love you too. I’m just not in love with you. Not like I thought I was.

“Truth is, we broke up right after you and I did, and I’m not sure whose baby I’m carrying. It could be yours. It could be his, but I can’t keep lying to you. It makes me sick. I’m so sorry, Cam.”

His face is full of shock, making me feel even worse. The tears won’t stop falling from my eyes. I’m losing everything, but at least I can stop feeling disgusting.

“I promise I wasn’t going to go through with this. Your mama just figured out I was pregnant and assumed it was your baby. You know how she gets.

“Before I knew it, I was telling you it was yours. I completely understand if you never want to have anything to do with me. If it is your baby, we can co-parent if that’s what you want. If not, I understand,” I sob.

Cam is so silent I don’t know what to do. I blink away my tears and try to calm myself. When I look into his eyes, he’s giving me that smile I know him so well for.

It’s warm and inviting. It’s the smile of my friend I’ve known all my life. I’m so confused as he slides closer and tugs me into his embrace.

Cameron

I should be mad as fuck that she was cheating on me for four years. I should also be pissed she was going to pass someone else’s baby off on me, but I’m not. I’m relieved more than anything.

I could laugh my ass off right now. I came into this villa feeling like a total asshole for what I planned to do. My father had the paternity clause added to the prenup.

If the baby is mine, I planned to give her twenty million in the divorce. That should have been more than enough for her and the baby to live comfortably. Not that I don’t plan to be around to help raise my child.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with Kay. The baby has nothing to do with that. However, if it was not my child, she wouldn’t have walked away without a dime. That was my daddy’s stipulation.

Now, knowing what I know, I can breathe. I don’t care about this guy she was fucking or about being angry. I need her help, and it seems like she might need mine.

“I will have the prenup changed. I’ll marry you. If the baby is mine, you’ll still get the twenty million. If not, after a year, we’ll divorce, and I’ll give you five. Is that fair?”

She pulls out of my hold and looks me in the eyes. “What? Why?”

“It sounds like this guy isn’t in the picture anymore. Will he be there for the baby if it’s his?”

“No, I don’t think that will ever be an option,” she says sadly.

“Then I’m helping a friend. You have a baby who needs a stable financial future and I need to get married.”

“You need to get married? Since when?”

This is where I think fast and begin to lie. I don’t know if I can trust Kay with the real reason I need to take her as my wife. I need to protect my woman and child at all costs.

“There’s another clause on my trust. Another portion of the trust is released after I’m married. I have something I want to invest in, and I need more money to do so,” I say and shrug.

It’s not a complete lie. There is a marriage clause on the trust that unlocks a greater sum, but I have years to fulfill that clause. However, if she were to ask my mama about it, she would confirm the clause is real.

“So I get the money for me and the baby either way?” she asks cautiously.

“Yup, but we only need to stay married for a year. In a year, we’ll get divorced.”

“Okay, I’m in.”

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