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254 Night Shift
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The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 256 Black Betty, Bam-A-Lam
(Serena)A whole week passes. I guess it answers my question.No James on my doorstep. No shadow in the camera feed before dark.No silent figure leaving before sunrise.No unknown numbers calling. Not attempt at contact at all.The quiet should feel like a win. This was what I wanted. The time and space to work out how I move forward if I’m pregnant or if I’m not.How to move forward loving James. Do I do it silently and secretly and just let him go?Do I let him back in to prove he really means he loves me for me this time?This week should have made this clear to me.It didn’t. Because deep inside me I know I still love him. I love him for all the things he is when all the other things have gone away.But I also know to be with him again is going to take moving a mountain. But he hasn’t been back so reallym it probably does answer my question. There is no baby as far as he knows so crisis averted.He can go back to his life free of guilt and duty and let me have my space.That part
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 255 What The Hell Is he Doing?
(Maya)The day passes. I work. I take calls. I plan my upcoming presentations for women in business and entrepreneur motivation.I hold a video meeting for a women-in-business program. I love this work. I miss my bakery but I love how it has launched me into this space.The team are doing so well with the bakery. Joint owners. James’ advice worked out. I go back often and help them with anything they need.Sometimes I just sit back and love on their success and how they have taken Serena’s out to the world and there are five bakeries now.Today has been hectic and that damn pregnancy test is in the back of my mind. But I’m not ready yet. Not even close.Late afternoon comes, and I finally head back home.I take a bath and make myself some dinner. A quiet night in thinking about nothing hopefully. But I know I have a lot to think about.It’s darkening outside and I’m having a juice. Haylee called and checked in. I never said anything about James being there last night.I just asked her
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 254 Night Shift
(Serena)Blocking James isn’t me being dramatic.It’s me trying to get my own brain back.Because when he’s in my phone—when his name flashes up, when the messages stack, when the missed calls keep coming—my head stops being mine.It turns into this loud, ugly loop I can’t shut off.Savannah’s smirk.Her hand on her stomach.“My husband,” like she was handing me a death certificate.James taking me on “honeymoon” to that place he acted like was ours… and then me finding out it wasn’t.He’d already been there. With her.For their first time together. Their memories tainting mine.Margot’s hatred, polished and precise. The kind that never let’s up. The kind I cannot trust. Not ever.The first baby… and the way Margot’s contempt got worse after I lost him, like my loss was proof I didn’t belong. Like my body failing meant I was flawed maternally.And the stairs.That moment plays in my mind. The slip, the shock, my hand reaching for the rail and grabbing nothing.The second baby gone aft
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 253 Periods Don’t Lie… Right?
(Serena)The pregnancy test is still sealed.Like it’s a grenade, and if I pull the pin, everything I’ve been pretending not to feel will explode all over my bathroom tiles.I stand there with it in my hand anyway, staring at the stupid pastel packaging while my pulse goes feral.Haylee leans on the vanity beside me, arms folded, eyes sharp but soft at the edges.“Okay,” she says gently. “You’ve been holding the packet for ten minutes.”“I know.”“Do you want me to go out of the bathroom?”“No.”I look at her in the mirror.“I want…” I start, then stop, because if I say what I want out loud, it becomes real.Haylee waits. She doesn’t push. She just watches me like she’s ready to catch me if my knees decide to quit.I swallow hard and finally say it.“I want James here. If I’m pregnant, it’s his. I want to do this with him.”Silence drops like a curtain.Haylee’s brows lift slightly, not surprised. “Okay.”“I hate that I want him here,” I add quickly, because I feel exposed now. Raw. “
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 252 Distraction Protocol
(James)Theo and Ezra are at the main table in the boardroom, going over overnight logs.That’s standard practice each morning. I’m usually here before this. They straighten when I approach… my authority subtle, automatic, ingrained.“Morning,” I say.Theo nods in greeting.Ezra lifts his chin in a quick hello. “Hi Boss.”I put my jacket on the back of my chair and open the central console. “Updates.”I scroll through the data. Or try to.Numbers and statistics are usually my thing, but today they look like someone dipped a spider in ink and let it walk across the page.My attention keeps drifting, like I’m reading underwater.I blink, scroll again, and realize too late that I wasn’t listening to what either of them just said.“James?” Theo asks.“What?”He lowers his tablet slightly. “You didn’t answer.”“I’m reviewing,” I say.Ezra leans back in his chair. “You’re staring at page one like it killed your dog.”“I don’t have a dog,” I tell him. “Let’s stay on task.”“We are on task. Y
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 251 A Question I Can’t Ask
(Serena)James stands in the doorway of my bathroom.His expression is a knot of worry and frustration, dark eyes fixed on me with too much intensity as I rinse my mouth and steady myself against the counter.“I’m fine. It’s probably a virus. I’m not pregnant, you know that.”“Serena,” he says quietly, “that wasn’t normal.”“It was probably low blood pressure,” I reply, keeping my tone as even as I can manage. “Or stress. It happens.”He steps closer but stops, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re sure?”“Yes. You can leave now.”“I’m happy to stay a little longer.”“And thank you for that,” I reply, steady but firm. “But actually, I need space.”His expression twists. “From me.”“Yes. From you.”He stares at me, searching my face for something I’m not going to give him.“You’re pushing me out again,” he says.“I’m not. There’s nothing to push you out from. James, we aren’t anything.”He goes still. “Okay.”“We’re exes. We aren’t besties. Thanks for being here but I can run my own life
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