All Chapters of The Fated Fake Marriage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I look around for the driver. Where are they? I don’t have time for this shit.I walk up and down the parking lot to try and locate the owner. Who the hell parks their car in the middle of a parking lot behind someone?For fuck’s sake!I see a man approaching. Oh great, this is him… but he gets into another car parked a few cars down. I run over. “Excuse me, do you know whose car this is?” I ask.He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. Sorry.”I keep searching for the owner with no luck.Bloody hell. I run down to the office. “Excuse me, there is a car blocking my car in and I can’t get out,” I splutter in a panic.The bored attendant looks up form his gaming magazine. Man, this guy is such a dipshit.“Hmm, go back into the hospital and have them page the number plates,” he replies flatly.“What? I don’t have time for this. I have to be at the preschool to pick up my son in...” I glance at my watch. “Fifteen minutes.” Ah, shit.“Sorry, sweetheart, there’s nothing I can do. We can call a tow

His little hands wring in front of him nervously and I smile to reassure him. Ashley was right, he is timid. We head to the front door and find Joshua, Tash, and their five kids. The kids are bouncing balls and the two younger boys are wrestling, as always.Joshua has wild kids and I guess I didn’t realise how wild until I met Owen. I thought all kids were the same. My mother and Murph are with them and I open the door in a rush.“Hello,” they all yell and Owen cowers behind my leg.“Hello.” I smile as I pull Owen out from behind me. “This is Owen.” I present him.Joshua and Natasha’s faces fall when they see him, and Joshua instantly chokes up. The resemblance Owen has to me is uncanny. “Say hello, Owen.” I smile.He forces a scared smile as he clings to my hand for dear life. “This is Uncle Joshua and Aunty Natasha, and this is Grandma, and this is Murphy,” I introduce.They all step forward and shake his hand one at a time.“You look like your dad.” Joshua smiles with a cheeky wink

An insidious, sick feeling sinks in as I think of poor little Owen. He loves his mother dearly. What if something happens to her? How could I ever tell him that his mom didn’t love him enough and she took an overdose?I hold her hand in mine and sit in the darkness as another nightmare hour passes.She frowns and I sit up, hopeful. “Ash?” I wipe the hair back from her forehead. “Are you okay, baby? I love you, come back to me, please,” I whisper.This is torture. How long is she going to be under?She screws up her eyes, her face scrunching tight. “C-Cam?” she whispers in the silent room.I close my eyes and bend to kiss her cheek and hold her close to me.“Oh my God, Bloss, I thought you were going to die on me.” I hold her tight for a long time and eventually kiss her softly on the lips.Why do I love this woman so much when she is so obviously running such a different race to me?“What happened?” She frowns.“What did you take?” I whisper as I brush the hair from her forehead.“Wha

Softness crosses his features, and he steps forward to cup my face in his hands.“It’s temporary, Ash.” His eyes search mine. “Just until you get yourself sorted.”I stare at him through my tears.“I promise you.” I pause as I try to get my wording right. “It’s just been a bad week. He’s not in danger.” I wince from the heartache. “I’m a good mom, Cam.”He pulls me into an embrace and holds me as my body shakes from the tears.“We can work this out,” I whisper against his shoulder.“I have to do this, Ash.”I frown and pull out of his grip as I step back. “What?”“I have to take precautions to protect him.”“You’re really going ahead with this?”His eyes hold mine. “He has to come first.”“He does, Cameron. He has always come first for me.”“It’s temporary,” he repeats.I step back in horror. He’s going to do this whether he loves me or not.I shake my head. “Cameron, I swear, if you do this to me, I will never forgive you.”“Don’t say that,” he whispers as pain crosses his face.“The

I close my eyes as I try to gain the strength that I need to get through this. I want to scream and fight and cry and beg him not to take him, but I know that’s only going to upset Owen. I can’t do that to my little man.Cameron sits in the car and I slowly seal the suitcase shut. “Dad’s here,” I whisper.Owen jumps off the bed and peers out the window, smiling brightly.“Dad!” he calls, and he takes off out of the bedroom, runs downstairs, out the front and up to the car. Cameron gets out and picks Owen up to hold him in his arms.I watch from the upstairs window as the tears stream down my face.Cameron glances up and sees me. His face falls and he drops his head to kiss Owen’s temple.I wheel the suitcase downstairs and out onto the porch. I can’t help it now. The tears won’t stop.Owen runs up to me, and his face falls when he sees my distress. “What’s wrong, Momma?” He frowns.“I’m just going to miss you, baby.” I smile as I bend and take him in my arms.I hold him tight to my ch