Page 49 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

“This is nothing like your parent’s marriage. I love you, Amelia.”

Amelia started to leave the living room. “I’ve moved my things to the other room.” Amelia turned back to say, “I’ll start the proceedings for a separation.”

I was helpless as I watched Amelia leave my sight. When I got into my room sometime later in a daze, I realized that Amelia’s things were absent from the closet. My head hit the pillow, my head spinning to find a solution to all this. I tried to call Troy’s line once more, but it went to voicemail. I stayed awake for most of the night, trying to imagine what my life would be like now. Oftentimes, I couldn't get the thought started. I just knew my life would not be the same. Late into the night, Troy finally called back. He hadn’t had enough sleep as well because he talking to Camille about his TV press conference.

“What’s the emergency.” Troy remembered our code for emergencies as teenagers.

One call meant I was just checking up on you; two calls are an emergency. “Julia came by the house,” I explained, “and she is pregnant.”

“What!” Troy cried. “I thought you stopped seeing her about a year ago?”

“Seven months ago, actually,” I replied. “It’s crazy and I’m sure the baby is not mine.”

“There is only one way to find out,” Troy replied. “You have to do a DNA test.”

“When? She is still pregnant,”

“It doesn’t matter,” Troy replied. “You can still do a DNA test while she is pregnant.”

“Thank you,” I sighed with relief.

There was a demeaning silence on the phone line; then, Troy asked how Amelia was taking the news.

“Badly,” I replied. “She doesn’t even want to see me. She’s moved out of the bedroom.”

“You’ll get her back once the DNA proves you're not the child’s father,” Troy assured me, but my skeptical mind kicked in.

“What if I am the kid’s father?”

“I don’t know, Henry, “Troy answered. “I’m sure you’ll figure out what to do.”

This was a moment I was glad that Troy believed in my resolution ability. But this wasn’t a monetary problem or a stock-related issue. This was about Amelia. My wife.

“What’s up with you, brother,” I asked, remembering that he hadn’t gotten a hold of Camille yet. “Do you have any news?”

“There's a lot to unpack, Henry.” Troy sounded troubled and continued, “This isn’t even about Camille anymore.”

“What’s it about?”

“Camille’s father used to be a good friend of Dad’s. He is a co-founder of the hospital. Camille is just finding out as well.”

“Have you spoken with him?”

“No,” he responded, “but I will.”

“This is a good thing, you know?” I muttered before he hung up.

Troy seemed interested now. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the boards are angry because you married to someone who is not a member, right?”

“Yes,” Troy sighed.

I continued, “Then, Camille’s father being a founder of the hospital gives him a place at the table. Marrying Camille won’t be so much of a crime.”

“How do I do that?” Troy asked. “How do I put him on the table?”

“You’ll create a space for him, Troy,” I explained, “then, Camille becomes an interest to the hospital, and she goes on the list of women you can marry.”

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