Page 45 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

I drive to her place faster, breaking all sorts of laws in my attempt to reach her place in record time. I finally arrive and park my car in a hurry.

I press for the elevator, but it's taking too long, and my nerves feel like they're already spiking. I decide to take the stairs, reaching the floor of her apartment in a panting mess.

I ring the doorbell, but nothing. There's no answer.

I look around, trying to find someplace where she could have hidden a spare key. She's always told me that she has one ready in case of emergencies.

I notice a potted plant by the corner. I take a look and find a key inside the pot, and I open the door but find that they aren't there.

A wave of disappointment and anxiety hits me. Where could they be?

With my shoulders sagged in defeat, I decide to leave. I keep trying to call, but there's still no answer.

As I'm about to leave the building, I make eye contact with the doorman. I see recognition pass through his features. He immediately smiles and waves hello.

I'm not really in the mood for friendly pretense, but he's always been nice and cheery whenever I visit Sonya. I return his smile, although it feels forced.

He then looks puzzled.

"Were you meeting them at the train station? They already left," he says.

I feel stirrings of hope spring from my chest.

"Did they happen to say where they'll be going?" I ask.

"Hudson Valley, if I'm not mistaken. That's where Ms. Lynx's sister lives," he informs me.

I swear I could just kiss the man! Overwhelmed with emotion, I give him a hug.

"Thank you," I let out appreciatively before running towards my car.

"They left around 10 minutes ago!" the doorman shouts. Relief instantly floods me. I might just be able to make it.

I need to catch them at the train station. This isn't a game anymore. Because this is the real deal. And no matter what, I'm going to prove that to Sonya.

I practically take off like the fucking batmobile. I drive like a madman in an attempt to get to them in time.

I've violated a bunch of speeding laws, but I don't care. She's leaving. I don't want her to leave without first hearing me out.

I hear my phone's message alert tone. My heart beats like crazy at the idea that it might be Sonya. I open the message, and my heart drops. She wants to call the whole thing off.

I try to call, but she's not answering.

"Fuck!" I curse out loud, throwing my phone to the back seat.

Suddenly, I hear a siren from behind me and see the familiar red and blue lights flickering, a reminder that I need to stop.

"Fuck!" I curse again. This is not my day.

Reluctantly, I pull over to the side. A few seconds later, an officer is tapping at my window.

I lower my window and got a good look at the officer.

She's a woman with blonde hair that looks to be in her fifties.

"License and registration, sir," she says with authority.

I have no issues with complying to any of her demands. I just really want to get this thing over with so that I can get to the train station on time.

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