Camille Thompson's first love and husband-James Parker is in coma and has been hospitalized for three months since the tragic accident he had on his way out after a heated fight they had. Still guilt-ridden and blaming herself for the circumstance, Camille finds herself in another loop when she falls in love with her husband's distant cousin – Liam Scott, who's way younger than she is – when she meets him for the first time. When she finds out she's pregnant for Scott, and that her loving husband had kept his infertility problem a secret for the past 11 years they've been together, will she forgive him or go after a new lover who's obsessed with her but not ready for a family yet, without giving heed to reasoning?
View MoreCAMILLEI could do nothing else but stare back at James face while he laid down rules I was to follow, like I was not the same woman whose love and forgiveness he had been begging for not long ago.The love in them was long buried and replaced by the cold and menacing, only commanding and not leaving any room for my feelings or thoughts, and I couldn't dare leave or just run away.Where will I run to and how?If I was not so worried about James' threats, then Martha's annoyance was more than enough to command my obedience.She had been sitting behind me the whole time and her small frame had clearly missed my quick scan of the room when Scott had come to sit with me. At least I couldn't blame James for ratting me out, I could only blame him for not telling her the real truth and letting her return to New York with the notion that I was the problem and he had no hand in the mess our family had turned into.If it had not been in the presence of a couple people who suddenly appeared bac
SCOTTThere was no other way to make things right but this way – even if it meant walking in father's path and principles.I had to be a man.Not just a smart ass with extensive knowledge on how to run a company and a big business like ours, but also a man who can control the course of his life and the things that happen around him instead of just floating with each tide.I didn't just have to sit back and watch a woman stir me in any direction she dimmed fit, or as her emotions spurn her. I was to be the one doing the spurning.But even as much as I tried to convince myself, the more I felt like I was still doing all the wrong things, like I was really letting go of the most things that mattered more to me.No day passed by that didn't remind me of Lucille's words the last time I saw her in my dreams and heard her voice whisper all the good and bad things my life could become in the coming days if I threaded the right path. I still remember the chubby and pretty face of that little b
CAMILLEI was so foolish to believe that every other human had a breaking point but James.I was really so foolish to even think that he was not like other men or that he was just such a special and quiet man to ever think of hurting a lady, especially me.How could I have believed that of a man who I had just found out lied to me for more than eleven years and still had the guts to look at me as though he was also sympathetic about the whole situation?His new attitude for the next two days we spent in the hotel was a new one of which I would have sworn he could never do, but there he was, being a total prick to m in private and maintaining the normal charming face everyone thought him to be while we were among people – something else he controlled and made sure was less frequent until we left the hotel.Even his mom didn't seem to notice his change in attitude, or maybe she just kept pretending not to notice it.But all that did not break me as much as Scott's words did when we fina
SCOTTIt was winter, and the coldest one I had ever witnessed.Although Dad had agreed to let me spend the short break in the Thompson's villa because he had hoped it will strengthen the bond he had assumed was already growing between Maya and I. He was forced to cancel the arrangement went he learned that Mr Thompson's second daughter was already pregnant for me, and was even five months gone already.I remember how furious Dad was, I remember how we also lost the best of the china wares and most of the figurines and paintings in the living room and his study as well. I remember it so clearly because I am standing there in the room again, watching him destroy almost everything in it.Mom was quick to tug me away with her to her room upstairs where she made me sit and wait until she returned.I sat there all morning in my suit and nicely cut hair, not sure why dad was made and wondering when I get to leave for the villa.I sat there in her bed, waiting for her to return, or for someon
SCOTTI was more than surprised when I found her sitting in the hall with Martha for the reception.With the way she had run off earlier, I had assumed she had packed up her things and left immediately, but there she was, sitting in one of the best seats closest to the stage.Why will she even do that? Is she out to torment me with guilt or just to threaten me? Because it feels like she knows what a fucked up situation I am in and wants to make me feel as uneasy as possible.If that is it, then she is definitely doing a really good job.For the rest of the event, I tried as much as possible to avoid looking at her, but it was just a useless effort.My eyes were on her each time I saw James walk up to her to whisper something into her ears, my eyes were on her each time she adjusted in her seat or when Martha bent towards her to say something to her while rubbing her belly or just staring at it.And each time I looked at her, she looked so distraught and uncomfortable, it looked like s
SCOTTIt's my wedding day, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it.Unlike most men who only feel excited, anxious and in love on their day, I am quite in an opposite mood – confused, lost and broken.The whole situation with Camille had left me tongue tied all through the night, even while Maya paced up and down my room steaming threats.I had expected her to tell dad about the whole thing, and maybe call the wedding off. But there she was in front of the reverend, in a gown I would have found lovely and perfect if only it was on a woman I really loved and wanted to marry, and at that moment, with my mind still in its plagued state, I could think of no better fit.I bent my head to wipe a tear that had escaped from the mass that blocked my vision, and suddenly the small but beautifully decorated room warmed up with people “awning”. I wish they knew what my tears really meant, maybe one of them would take me far far away from these people and put me through intensive therapy.As I st
CAMILLEWas this some sort of a joke?I looked at the guy I had assumed was a receptionist but he just looked back at me with confusion written all over his face.I had spent the past few days since the meeting with Katherine waiting for that moment when I could see him again and tell him everything I had in mind to share with him. But finally seeing him stand across the room from me seized every speech I had planned in my head.'I could just excuse you guys and come back some other time' he said and I wasn't sure if he meant that or not, because he could have just left when he asked the first time if it was a good time and got no response.'No, no, it's fine,' I replied quickly before he could change his mind. 'I don't think the room was intended to be private by the way' I shot the tour guy another glance but he was now looking at both of us with curiosity bubbling in his eyes even though he tried to keep it low.'Fine,' he said and looked around the room clumsily, like he was tryin
SCOTTI haven't been to a lot of weddings, but I am convinced not all grooms wind up in bad states as I was.Sometimes I needed a reminder from a guest congratulating me or the mere sight of Maya to recall that I was actually getting married – and she was always within eye shots, I made sure of that.Sometimes I wondered why every woman I came in close contact to just turned out to be pregnant. It was just one afternoon of heartbreak and unconscious actions and now she is pregnant?Is that how it goes?I had not been able to talk to her since she told me about the pregnancy, but I was still very conscious about her and anything she was doing. I might hate her but not the baby she was carrying.I wasn't ready for one, the thought of it alone terrified me, but each time I remembered the pretty little bundle Lucille had showed me that night, I couldn't help but just feel drawn to the child she was carrying.It was the only reason why I went after her and begged her like a crazed man to n
CAMILLEI wasn't sure which to worry about more.Martha's hovering presence or the mere thought of finally meeting Scott again.There was this exhilarating feeling that came with the anxiety of seeing him again. What it would be like, and how he would react.Not for a moment did I forget that I kicked him out on several occasions, but I still nursed the feeling that he would still come back for me – or maybe it was just my damn emotions getting in the way of my common sense.This dude is getting married, Camille, and for god's sake he is Jame's cousin who is way younger than you are, I reminded myself, why do you keep forgetting that?But even as I stepped into the hallway, all my mind was focused on was running into him.I had not seen Maya since the small exchange in the bathroom, and I was forced to assume that she had gone back home to continue preparations, and maybe Scott had returned with her too.It was already getting dark, and James was away with the other groomsmen for wha
Camille's POVI have been holding this for too long.For so long I know I will go crazy if I don't come clean and tell James about my intentions even when I know very well that it will upset him at first.But I can't help it, I can't keep bearing this cross alone.I want a baby, and my husband has to know about it.It's been eleven years and even though our love for each other is more than any woman can ask for, I still want a child to rock in my arms and also proof to my family that I can really bear a child.I don't even want to talk about them now, I don't want to talk about the insults and threats I have endured all this years from James' family, especially his mom.Urgghh! That Bitch.The very thought of it made me recoil with pure hate, and I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my mind.'Are you okay love?' James deep voice washed away every thought in my mind and it took me a moment to remember what exactly I had been thinking of.Oh yes! Having a baby... and planning your...
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