All Chapters of The Fated Fake Marriage: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Did you get me cake?”“Yes, bitch pie.” He snaps back. “With added arsenic.”I bite my bottom lip to hide my smirk.He remembers something. “Oh.” He fumbles around in his suit pocket and brings out a piece of paper and hands it over. “I printed this out this morning. I need your signature.”I read the piece of paper and I frown.Births, Deaths and MarriagesApplication for name change.“What’s this?” I ask.“I want his name changed,” he replies flatly.“What?” I screw up my face. “Is that all you’re worried about? That he carries the Stanton name?” I push the piece of paper back to him aggressively across the table. “How about you worry about getting to know him?”“About that.” He smiles on cue at the waitress as our coffees arrive. She shakily puts them down on the table. “Thank you,” we both murmur. She then returns with my piece of cake.“I will pick him up tomorrow morning,” he tells me.I frown. “What for?”He widens his eyes. “To sell him on the black market. What do you think?

“Anyway, sixteen weeks later, I was feeling really weak and my stomach was swollen. I just felt like shit so I went to the doctor.”Their eyes meet.“Turned out I was pregnant and seeing as I hadn’t had sex with anyone for two years before Cameron or since, a condom must have broken and I knew it was his baby. Only thing was… I didn’t even know his real name.”“Oh God, Ash,” Natasha whispers. “And you didn’t find out until sixteen weeks?”I shake my head. “So I had to have the child. There was no other option.”Adrian frowns as he listens.“I was a second year med student and I had all these hopes and dreams.” Saying this out loud is making me all emotional and I tear up. “And then this little angel came into my life. Owen.”Adrian smiles. “Do you have a photo?”“Yes.” I smile excitedly and open a photo on my phone and pass it over. Adrian puts his hand over his mouth. “Oh my God, he is like Cameron.” He gasps as he passes the phone to Tash, and she smiles as she studies it.“He is. H

I follow her into the house and glance around. It seems so strange being here without her on my mind. When I was here before, I was so focused on her I don’t remember much about the house. It’s homey, nice and clean, and I know she said she moved with bare essentials and put the rest of her stuff in storage back in New York. She walks into the kitchen and I follow her, unsure what to do.“Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asks.“Please.” I frown as I take a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter.She fusses about and I sit silently, uncomfortable. I feel myself begin to perspire.She turns and hands me my coffee. “Do you still want to tell him today?”“Yes.” I sip my coffee. “I’m not starting our relationship with lies.”Her eyes hold mine. “Like we did, you mean?”I raise my eyebrow and sip my coffee. “No comment,” I murmur.She blows out a breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be snarky and I know you are doing the best you can.”I purse my lips as I watch a small spot on the kitch

AshleyI sit and read to Gloria in my lunchbreak.It’s Monday and the weekend went surprisingly well.Owen was happy when I returned home on Saturday and Cameron seemed to survive it.They made an arrangement to see each other again on Wednesday. Apparently Cameron is taking the afternoon off work.Wonders never cease.Today, at work, we have been amicable, too. Maybe we can do this co-parenting thing. He’s gone to his office now and then he’s in office all day Tuesday, so I won’t see him again until then.A little voice inside of me wishes he was coming to see me, but I know that’s not going to happen now. It is what it is.Dr. Anderson pops his head around the corner. “Ashley, if you have a minute, could I see you when you’re finished, please?”I smile and nod, shit. Dr. Anderson is Cameron’s cute doctor friend. They constantly talk and laugh together, and I know they have a friendship outside of work.He must have told him.“Gloria, we might need to leave it there today, honey.” I

The linen is all expensive denim with little red, white, and blue flags hanging over the window. The same red, white, and blue cushions are on the window seat. A large, red, circular mat is on the floor near the desk.It’s gorgeous.Owen’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “This is my room?” he whispers excitedly.“Do you like it?” Cameron asks, his voice filled with hope.I can’t take this. My eyes tear up and I leave the room in a rush and walk downstairs into Cameron’s study.“Stop it, stop it, stop it,” I whisper. I close my eyes as I try to stop my tears from falling, but they won’t.After a few minutes Cameron walks in and closes the door behind him softly.“What’s wrong?” he whispers, concerned.I scrunch up my face in pain. “It’s just so hard watching you give him everything I always wanted to but couldn’t,” I whisper.His face falls and he pulls me into an embrace. “Ashley, this isn’t a competition.” He holds me tight against his chest and lets me cry.“I know,” I whisper. “Bu