Page 48 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

“Hate is a strong word,” I replied. “I won’t say that I hate you. I’d say that I hate your obsessive actions.”

“Obsessive? You got me pregnant!”

“How much do you want, Julia? One hundred thousand dollars? Two hundred? Mention it and I’ll write a check right away.”

“Money?” Julia scoffed. “Do you think I’m here because of your money?”

“So, why do you want to ruin my marriage so much?”

“You think this pregnancy is going to ruin your marriage? This is your child crying out loud.”

“Nothing makes sense right now, Julia; you’ve been out of my life for seven months.”

“Yes,” Julia replied, “seven months is enough to carry a seven-month-old pregnancy.”

I bit my lip. “I'll get a doctor's report.” I relaxed in the chair as Julia reached for her bag.

“We used a condom every time.”

“A condom is only ninety nine percent effective. The one percent has a chance to bring a baby into the world.”

Julia finally brought out the doctor’s note from her bag. “I knew you would ask for it.”

I checked the medical report and confirmed it was real. The hospital’s stamp was clear, and I feared she may be telling the truth. I rubbed my eyes, and the waiter came back with our water just in time. I took a gulp from the glass before me and looked back at Julia.

“What do you want, Julia.”

“I want you to be present in my kid’s life,” she said. “That is what I want.”

I nodded. “I’ll be…” I said. “I just need to talk to my wife about it.”

“Of course,” she replied. But there was something in the way Julia looked that made me doubt the pregnancy being mine.

Julia finally ordered a meal. I beckoned to the waiter, gentleman enough to pay before I left the restaurant. I buried my face in my hands, stuck to the steering wheel. I was still convinced that Julia was trying to play a fast one on me, wanting to be part of the family so badly. Troy, who could have been of help today was trying to hide his face from the media mob.

I drove home where I found Amelia looking at me with those piercing eyes of hers. “I need to speak with you.”

Amelia looked up at me. “I know what you want to tell me, Henry.”

My heart skipped a beat. “How did you know?”

“Camille said she saw you at a hotel tonight,” Amelia swallowed. “She saw you with Julia tonight.”

I moved closer to her. “That’s why I want to talk to you.” I motioned to hold her hand, but Amelia snatched it away.

“Don’t touch me, Henry,” Amelia spat out. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

“I’ve got something I want to tell you, Amelia, so please listen to me.”

“You shouldn’t bother, Henry. I always knew this marriage was a mistake.”

“No, It is not,” I replied. “I didn’t know that she was pregnant.”

Amelia chuckled. “She’s pregnant,” she asked, “from you?” Camille must have left out that part, or she hadn’t seen Julia’s baby bump.

“I’m sorry…this was all before our relationship even started.” I tried to defend myself, but nothing seemed to work on Amelia. “I’m not even sure the child is mine yet.”

Amelia gritted her teeth. “Do you know what this reminds me of? My parents’ marriage.”

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