Page 81 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Relief washed through my being. Finally… finally.

“How did you-”

“Seven years is a long time, Damien. I have met quite a number of people. I have my ways.”

“…But if it gives you any reassurance, I erased everything,” her voice was strained. Almost on the edge of breaking. “No one would know what truly happened that night.”

My chest tightened. She continued.

“You loved him. You were the best father you could be. And I’m sure his little soul in heaven would choose you as a father over and over again.”

“I don’t want you to doubt yourself. I know you’ll never forget, I wouldn’t too. But forgive yourself… because sometimes in life, certain things are beyond our control.”

Her words struck me right in the heart. But instead of pain, I felt relief.

“I’ve found someone. I– I feel so much more for him…. With him. And I’m happy…”

She sounded truly happy.

“Goodbye, Damien,” she whispered. And the call ended.

I released a breath. A long, deep breath. For the first time in seven years, I felt light. Weightlessness.

Indeed everything was falling into place. The deal, my past…me. And I should be happy. But I wasn’t.

In a month’s time, I’d have no need for the facade. In a month’s time, everything would be back to just how it was. But I didn’t want that.

I didn›t want the emptiness….

I didn’t want the facade to end.

Chapter Nineteen

Renee

I was hungry. Not the regular type of hunger. A gnawing, stomach-biting hunger.

Perhaps if I was asleep, I wouldn’t feel it. But I wasn’t.

For the past few days, something had been keeping me awake. I didn’t know how to describe it. Because it was more than a feeling.

It was a battle between my heart and my head. I couldn’t come to a steady decision.

About how I felt. Or what I felt.

Did I even feel anything at all?

Except for a racing heart. The unfamiliar surge of adrenaline. Sudden urge to jump his bones.

The endless confusion. Constantly craving his–

Who am I kidding?

The list was long. Extremely long if you included the multiple fantasies in my head.

It was a no-brainer that I was heavily attracted to him. But why was my head giving a different story? Why did I feel so much yet nothing at the same time?

Or was it part of the facade too? This feeling— whatever it was in my heart. Had I faked it so much that it had become a reality in my heart?

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