Page 81 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I only noticed how beautiful she was as the days passed, and I stopped checking when she started to go out with a young French man. Seeing her with a young college baby made me go crazy, but I had to focus on my father's hospital and run it effectively.

“How is your young lover?” I ask. “I guess he is not in the picture anymore.”

“You guessed right,” Nancy says as she crosses her legs. “I don’t suppose you called me here to ask about my previous love life, am I right?”

I lean back in the chair. “Yes, you are right,” I say. “I am here to ask you to sign divorce papers.”

"Are you sure about that?" Nancy pauses. "Not because you miss seeing me? You miss touching me."

"Cut the crap, Nance," I cut her off. "Whatever it is between us was years ago; seventeen years ago is a long time to move on from who you once loved. I am surprised you haven't, or Mother is putting you up to this."

"You called me Nance," she says and swallows. "It's been ages since anyone has ever called me Nance."

I look away as I draw the papers from my coat's pocket. Nancy is trying to get into my head with that look and tone.

She wants me to confess to missing her, but I won't. I don't think of her anymore since I met Camile, and I intend to keep it that way until she shows up in Richmond again.

Nancy doesn't protest my theory; she only turns her face when I look into her eyes. "What is she offering you?" I ask. "A percentage share at the hospital, a private plane? Tell me, Nancy, what is my mother offering to give you? Are there no more men in France you can go out with? Are they all old or dead?"

Nancy shakes her head. "She is offering me nothing," she finally says. "She is offering me nothing to return here. I miss you so much, Troy."

“Cut the bullshit, Nancy,” I respond. “After all these years, you are back in Richmond just because you miss me? We both know that is a lie.”

We both know Nancy is self-centered and won't do something without getting something in return. I push the papers to her on the table "Sign, Nancy, we should have signed a long time ago, and it isn't too late to do it now."

“I don’t think you want me to sign,” she answers.

“What are you talking about?” I ask. “I want you to sign right now. That is why I am here.”

Nancy pulls out a neatly folded white paper from her purse. The texture of the paper looks old, like one kept for a long time.

She motions for me to open the folded part; and when I do, my heartbeat races. I am looking at a prenup signed by Nancy and me.

The prenup and the wedding papers were dated fifteen years ago, when Nancy and I married in Vegas. We had signed a prenup that night. My throat goes dry, and I swallow to get rid of the lump stuck in it.

“I didn’t sign a prenup that night,” I say. “I am sure I would remember a prenup.”

“We were drunk that night,” Nancy replies. “There is nothing much to remember other than that I found this in my pocket the morning after.”

"Why didn't you come to tell me about it after that night?" I ask. "Why do you have to wait till now to tell me I signed over my property to you in a wedding we had when we were drunk?

Nancy shrugged. "I don't know, Troy; I just held onto it."

I close my eyes for a moment, thinking about what this means to me, Camile, and my family. "If I sign the divorce papers, you must split your property in half."

“I know what a prenup means, Nancy,” I cut her off. “You don’t have to tell me.”

I check the paper again, hoping this is a bad dream I will wake up from. But it is not a bad dream. I am looking at a mistake I made years ago returning to haunt me.

Now, I have to choose between getting Nancy to sign the papers so I can marry Camile and, in return, have my properties taken away. I remain silent and watch Camile slip out of my hand.

Nancy slowly pushes the divorce papers back to me. “I think you should think about it before you tell me to sign.”

I clench my fists as Nancy stands up to leave. She adjusts her skirt. “It is nice to see you again, Troy. I hate that we had to meet this way.”

I say nothing as she leaves the cafe. I leave without fulfilling my promise to Camile or getting Nancy to sign the divorce papers.

It feels like I am betraying Camile all over again. However, I have one last trip to make today. I need to see my lawyer to tell me there is something to be done about this.

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