Page 65 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

Amelia called my line a few minutes later; she's been worried about me because Troy had left a panic message for her when he noticed I was gone.

I left him a note, stating why I had left, hoping he wouldn't come to find me. That is what his mother wants — for me to leave without a trace.

To disappear from her son's life because she still wants to control his life. The note is the only thing I left for Troy: a resignation letter.

I look out of the taxi taking me to the airport. I can't believe I am on a journey to a new town to start over my life. I am leaving my dream of being a young surgeon to another hospital to start over.

I knew my life would change the very day I agreed to marry Troy, but I never knew it would change so drastically. Troy will not find me in my mother's house; he won't find me with Amelia, either. His mother made it clear enough. If Troy cannot find me, she won't find me.

My phone is still ringing. I pick up the call, and Amelia panics from the other line.

"Where are you, Cam," she begs. "Please tell me where you are, Troy is panicking, and I am so worried."

“I left, Amelia,” I reply. “There is no going back. I left that place for good.”

"Where are you going, Cam?" Amelia asks again. I hear Troy's voice begging me to come back home in the background.

"I am so sorry," I respond, hanging up the call and switching off my phone for the rest of the day. I don't have a plan for my career yet, but for now, I need to take a long break from the whole Robinsons family drama.

I am headed to my father's house. I have dreamt of meeting Aden and Adam since I saw their pictures with my father, and maybe this break is what I need to clear my head and move on from Troy too.

Maybe Quantico won't be such a bad place to start over; anywhere far away from Troy and his mother would be a great place.

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“I didn’t expect to get a call from you,” Father says as he drives me to his home. “Are you sure you are okay?”

"Yes," I reply. "I am fine; I just need to leave that city. I hope I won't inconvenience your wife?" I pause and add, "I just need a place to stay before I figure out what to do."

“Is this about Quinn Robinson?” Father glances at me. “Is she threatening you?”

I shake my head, but he can read between the lines. He knows I am not telling him everything, and he sure knows it has to do with the Robinsons.

“You broke up with Troy?”

“Yes,” I respond. “I divorced him,” I correct. “I married him because he promised to pay my mother’s hospital bills while he avoids his mother’s controlling grip.”

“Like an arranged marriage?” Father asks.

“Yes,” I answer, “like an arranged marriage. The duration is over now, and we are both divorced.”

Father turns to look at me. "I saw you two a few times," he remarks. "I met Troy once and don't think what he feels for you is staged or arranged."

I glance at my father. He can tell that I want him to stop talking about Troy, about the Robinsons, or my contract marriage. He stops talking, fixes his eyes on the road, and let the silence sweep over us.

“So,” he continues, “does your mother know you are here?”

"No," I reply. "I think no one should know where I am." I sigh. "I am not a bad daughter; I just don't want anyone to find me. I told Mother I am safe; she won't worry about me."

“Not the Jesse I know,” Father replies. Now that I think of it, it hits me that Mother is still recovering from surgery, and the last thing she needs is to worry about me.

"It seems that you are running away from someone." He pauses. "Or you are running away from yourself." Father is right. I am running away from Troy.

"Dad," I start. "It is more complicated than you think. I will talk about it when I am ready, but for now, I'd like to be left to my thoughts."

Father makes the last turn, and parks in a garage. A red-haired woman is waiting to receive us by the duplex's door.

She hugs me tightly when I get out of the car. Her brown eyes are huge, and she blinks them a little too frequently.

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