Page 90 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I can't hold back the tears any longer. I no longer care if I ruin my makeup as I cry on my father's shoulders.

The event planner is here to get us to the aisle, but she instructs the makeup artist to touch up my ruined mascara.

I hold Father's hand afterward and let him lead me down the aisle, where Troy is waiting for me. The audience stands when the bridal music starts to play. I look around the garden to find the people I love seated to witness my marriage to Troy – the real one!

Amelia stands at the bride's side, her eyes beaming with excitement. Henry stays behind Troy on the groom's side of the garden.

Mother smiles at me from where she stands. I can see a few of the hospital staff, but my eyes fall on Aden, Adam, and Halie as they wave at me.

Right now, I am the happiest woman on earth because, in a few minutes, I will be Camile Robinson. The thought of it makes me smile uncontrollably.

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After the wedding, the tension between my family and Troy's family reduced greatly.

Mrs. Robinson showed up at our family dinner. She smiles at me more as she finally accepts me as her second daughter-in-law.

My father and his family call every Saturday as the twins remind Troy and me about the long vacation we promised them during their summer break. "We remember every day because you remind us about the vacation every week."

I know Troy will keep his promise, and I don't want to spoil the Miami beach surprise Troy has for the whole family.

Mom stops by a few times. She looks like a teenager who just had her first crush, and her date with her new man friend doesn't make her stay longer than necessary.

I look forward to having the whole family vacation this summer, but first, I am excited to know that I am going on my honeymoon soon.

"Our honeymoon vacation is a surprise," Troy says to my ears as he packs our bags. I know Troy to be a master planner, but not knowing where we'd spend the next two months kills me.

No plane tickets were around for me to peep at our destination, and it hits me that we are not taking a public plane. Troy’s private jet that will fly us to whatever surprise he has in mind.

Amelia and I gossip, making several guesses about places Troy could choose for the vacation.

Troy is out of the house for a quick board emergency meeting and promises to pick me up soon.

“Do you know where he may want to go for vacation?” Amelia asks. “Probably a country he won’t stop talking about?”

I think about it for a while but can't jog my memory. I can't remember talking about countries with Troy. So, I give up trying to know what Troy is planning, "He'd probably pick a random country," I conclude. "The most important thing is that I am going on this vacation with him."

"Have fun, Camile, and remember, you deserve all the happiness you are getting in the world."

I run my fingers through my hair, remembering that Amelia still has that huge divorce issue with Henry to deal with.

I have been out of touch with her lately, and even though we see each other often, we barely talk about Henry.

Now that I think of it, I notice that Amelia intentionally won't talk about it. Plus, we are both still euphoric about my wedding, and the past two weeks have been stressful.

"You know you can talk to me about Henry, right?" I ask, "Do you still want to go into the sunset with Jason?"

“I don’t know what I want, Camile,” Amelia replies. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems. You should enjoy your vacation with Troy.”

It hurts me to hear Amelia speak about burdening me with her problems. Do I need to remind her that she is my best friend, and I am supposed to be by her side even in the toughest time no matter what.

Do I need to remind her how she supported me when I had problems with Troy's mother? Now is my turn to return the gesture and listen to whatever troubles her.

“Spill it out, Amelia,” I say, “tell me what is wrong with you.”

Amelia pauses. I can hear her sniff even when she tries to hide it. "I think I am pregnant, Camile," Amelia says. "I started having symptoms a few weeks ago, but I ignored it. I thought my hormones were acting up."

"Amelia!" I exclaimed. "Do you want me to stay back? We can reschedule the honeymoon for some other time."

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