Page 87 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“You had problems of your own,” he says. “I thought I could handle it.”

“By beating him up?”

Henry sighs again. "I have lost Amelia now," he affirms. "I am so messed up, man. I think I am going insane." Henry doesn't have to tell me; I can tell that he is.

I am surprised. I have never seen Henry fight over a woman, not even when he was so in love with Raina, his high school girlfriend. Now, it looks like he made a mess because he wants to have Amelia to himself alone.

"I recommend therapy for you both," I tell Henry, who thinks therapy is a cliche.

He thinks paying someone to hear them talk about your problems is the worst thing civilized society has ever brought to the world.

"Look, if you want things to work out with Amelia, you need to do what it takes, and from what I hear you say, I think you both need therapy." Henry looks interested in my speech. "How well do you even know Amelia? How does she want to be loved? You have known her all her life, but do youknowher?"

"I do," Henry interrupts. "It is Amelia. I have known her since we were kids."

"Of course you do, but what's her favorite color?" I ask Henry, who could not tell me.

"You are right," he says. "I don't even know My wife's favorite color."

I smile at him. "You don't know much about Amelia; that is the first step to fixing your marriage."

Henry smiles back. “I am going to do just that,” he says as he relaxes in his chair. “What’s up with you, bro? How did your meeting with Greyson go?”

I shake my head in disappointment as I tell him everything Greyson says; he thinks I should make Nancy shred the prenup and get her to sign the divorce papers. "Taking her to court will only waste my time."

“Nancy won’t sign the papers, and it doesn’t look like she will call off the prenup, either.”

"Well, I think there is something you can do about this," Henry says and edges closer to the table. "I think this has to do with Mother, and if anyone can call Nancy off, it is her."

“What do you mean?” I ask.

"She is still playing games with you, can't you see? Nancy is her last piece. Her queen. Getting Nancy out of your way means you have won the game." Henry swallows. "It means she has no choice but to let you marry Camile."

Henry takes a deep breath as he adjusts his seat.

"I think you should play reverse psychology on Mother. Tell her you don't mind losing your property if it means you can marry Camile. Tell her you don't mind being the last billionaire in the Robinson family, and watch her get Nancy out of the way."

I squint at Henry; he has just told me what I need to do to get Nancy out of the way. How can he give me a solution to my problem but can't get Amelia to stay with him? "Thanks, Bro," I say as I watch him leave the hospital.

I hope Henry's plan will work. I also hope he gets Amelia back home.

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I stand beside my mother in her well-lit living room. She crosses her legs as she pretends to listen to the TV news. I decline her offer when she asks me to sit next to her. "I'd like to be here," I say, bringing out the prenup from my pocket. "I have made my decisions about the prenup. I don't mind losing it all to remain with Camile and even my title as a billionaire if it means I will have Camile for the rest of my life."

Mother folds her arms. "I underestimated you, Troy," she says. "I never thought you would dare do this.

I click my tongue. "I will get the papers signed tomorrow," I say. "I will let you know that your son is no longer the richest man in Richmond after tomorrow."

I leave without waiting to see her reaction. I am not sure this plan is working, but I am not bluffing.

I really am ready to lose anything if it means I can be with Camile.

Chapter thirty

Game Over

Camile

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