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Chapter Eighteen

Sergei and Fredericka

The billionaire wasseated alone in the bedroom he shared with Fredericka, staring sightlessly at the phone in his hands. He had given her a chance to explain and tell him he was mistaken about his assumptions. He had given her another chance when other people would have none at all.

But she had lied, and with it he was empty.

Unknown to Fredericka, incognito bodyguards followed her everywhere. It had been so since the first time they met, a precaution that he always took for all his loved ones.

Wanting to surprise her, he had called up one of her bodyguards to ask where she was so he could follow her, but he was the one who had been surprised instead. There was no goddamn reunion. Instead, there had only been her – and the professor.

If this had happened even a month earlier, or even a week earlier, the billionaire wouldn’t have allowed himself to be convinced so easily of her betrayal. But because the wounds left by his mother’s cold and callous words were still fresh in his brain—-

You boys were just my insurance policies.

As soon as the memory took hold, it colored everything the billionaire remembered. He did not, could not, and would not believe that he was completely wrong about Fredericka. She was a woman who deserved to be loved, and he didn’t regret loving her. Even knowing that she had lied to him about her whereabouts today, he didn’t see it as a reason to question the paternity of their child.

But what he did know he had gotten completely wrong was the fact that she loved him back.

Maybe she hadn’t even lied about her feelings, maybe she had really loved him.

But what today proved was that she didn’t love him enough to completely have forgotten the professor. Maybe she never would, and maybe it wasn’t right for him to wait and want that she did.

By the time Fredericka drove back home, the last of her belongings was being transferred to the trunk of his limousine. He watched her car slow down, his expression shuttering as she came rushing out, eyes bright, cheeks flushed.

“Are we going somewhere?” Fredericka blurted out.

A curt nod to his staff had everyone filing out, and only when they were alone did the billionaire finally turn to her, saying quietly, “You’re leaving.”

Fredericka blinked. “Where am I going?”

“A hotel suite has been prepaid for your use. Tomorrow, a real estate agent will contact you with options for housing.”

As she listened to him speak, she could feel her world starting to spin faster and faster. She understood what he was saying, but at the same time she didn’t.What was he saying?

“You can buy any house you want, as long as it’s in Rockton.”

Fear trailed its claws down her spine, and paranoia started feeding her mind with the most insidious thoughts.

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