Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Caleb
The kid is mine like I thought it was. I had no doubt Leah was telling me the truth, but I had to be sure. Many women have pretended to carry my child since I’m a billionaire, and I wanted to make sure Leah wasn’t making a fool out of me because I was in love with her–no, I still am very much in love with her,
“What do you want for breakfast?”
I look up at Sarah. She is standing by the stove with a big smile on her face.
“Lumm…nothing. I’m not hungry.”
“Not hungry?!” Sarah stares at me. “Pilt, please! I know you better than that! You’re a big breakfast guy.”
1 grow uneasy from Sarah’s teasing. She has taken her time to get to know me, and honestly, she is a great woman. It has been a great month dating her and to be honest, she is probably a better match for me than Leah since there isn’t a nineteen–year age gap between us, but try telling that to my rusty old heart.
“I guess I am,” I mumble before mentally forcing myself to grow some damn balls, “Leah, look you’re a great person, but there’s something I need to tell you.”
Sarah’s cheerful morning mood immediately vanishes. Her smile is replaced by suspicion, and I watch her walk over to the chair placed directly in front of mine to take her beige cardigan off its back. She puts it on and crosses her arms over her breasts to hide her bare nipples.
“Your ex–girlfriend has contacted you, hasn’t she?” Sarah asks in a sad voice. “The pregnant one we usually see at the coffee shop, yeah?”
I hold her gaze even though my next sentence is painful to say out loud. “The child is mine, Sarah.”
Sarah freezes up before she avoids my eyes with a sad smile, curing her lips. “I know you want to be there for your child, Caleb, but Leah is too young for you. She is just going to keep making these stupid mistakes and-“She can’t finish her sentence before a sob takes over, and, out of respect, I wait for her to recover, “You’re going to leave me for her, aren’t you? You want to break up, and that’s why you don’t want me to cook you any breakfast.”
Before I even get the chance to respond, Sarah walks around the table. She lifts her hand to slap me, and even though I could stop her, I don’t.
“You bastard!” she sobs, and I grimace when her manicured hand collides with my right cheek.
The slap stings, but I know I deserve it. I’ve been leading Sarah on, letting her believe we had a future together when my heart has always belonged to Leah.
“I’m sorry, Sarah,” I say softly, reaching up to rub my reddened cheek. “I never meant to hurt you, But Leah… she’s the mother of my child. I have to be there for her, for our baby.”
Sarah’s eyes fill with fresh tears. “And what about me, Caleb? What about us? I thought… I thought you loved me.”
I look away, unable to meet her gaze. “I do care for you, Sarah Deeply. But Leah…she is my soulmate. The love of my life. I’ve tried to move on, but I can’t. Especially now, with the baby…
“So that’s it then?” Sarah asks bitterly. “You’re just going to abandon me and run back to your teenage girlfriend?”
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Chapter 41
“Lrah is not a trénager anymore. She is a grown woman” I point out in a tired voice. I didn’t think Sarah would fight dirty. but I guess I was wrong
Her eyes narrow into slits, and she mutters, “Even if she isn’t a teenager, she is still nineteen years younger than you, Caleb. Do you really think a relationship will last?”
“Who the heck cares? Leah is carrying my child, and that means have to give it a try.”
“For a child? What about love? You said she is your soulmate, bure you sure about that? What if you only think you’re in love with her because she is pregnant?”
Okay, now she is pissing me off, and since she is asking for it, I will hand her the truth.
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I never got over her, Sarah–I still had feelings for her even before I knew about the child.”
Sarah opens her mouth as if wanting to lash out at me, but then she closes it and says, “You’re a fucking idiot for throwing
ΠΕ when what we have away for a freaking teenager, but I can’t stop you from making that mistake. Just don’t come to things don’t work out, okay? You’re on your fucking own now, Caleb.”
With that, she leaves my kitchen and enters the bedroom to pack up her things. I don’t get up to calm her down since I know it won’t serve a purpose. Whatever I do or say will hurt her. That’s just how it is.
But, on a happier note, I’m free to make up with Leah now, and that’s actually exciting…and terrifying.
Fifteen minutes later, Sarah storms out of the bedroom in the most dramatic way possible. Is she trying to make as much sound as possible?
“Is that everything?” I nod at her suitcase, which makes her glare at me with her puffy eyes.
“I sure fucking hope so.”
I almost smile. Almost. But not because I find Sarah funny–it’s because her attitude reminds me of Leah…shit. What if that’s the only reason I’ve dated her? Because she reminds me of my
“Don’t you have anything to say?” Sarah snaps me out of my thoughts, and when I give her a confused look, she rolls her eyes at me. “Whatever. I hope you and Leah will be very happy together.”
That’s the last sarcastic sentence I hear from Sarah before she slams the door behind her. I’m completely alone now, but instead of sadness and guilt, I feel…hope. After all this time, could Leah and I have a second chance?
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