He saved me from embarrassment, like my knight in shiny armour.
And tonight, I had a surprise just for him.
My hand drifted to my stomach with a smile. I met the fertility doctor today and after so many months of trying, I was finally pregnant with Cain's baby.
He had no idea I was pregnant. But tonight I was going to tell him, I planned everything perfectly, cooking his favourite meal and buying a bottle of the expensive whiskey he loved.
I waited for hours for him to come home, my smile dropping as more time went on. But after three hours, I was disappointed and his food was already cold.
I reached for my phone, my hand trembling as I dialled his number but it went straight to voicemail. I tried two more times but still got no response.
Maybe he was stuck at work. Maybe he just forgot what today meant or he was late getting me a gift.
I waited for one more hour staring at the clock before I slipped onto the couch to wait for him, but I eventually fell asleep.
When I woke up, the voices on the television caught my attention. I turned to the screen, my vision blurry and barely listened until I heard his name and frozen.
‘Billionaire Cain Blackwood is seen with a mystery blonde woman at the Grand Royale Hotel. Do you think this is trouble in paradise for his one-year marriage to Elle King?’
I shot up on the couch, blinking hard at the image of Cain entering the hotel lobby holding a blonde woman in his arms.
‘No.’ I muttered under my breath.
Not Cain. It can't happen again. I love him.
My blood roared in my ears as I stared at the screen in shock. There was something familiar about the woman, but I couldn't see her face properly.
My hands clenched into fists. I wasn’t the naïve woman who was left at the altar a year ago by James Calloway. I can't let this happen to me all over again.
I quickly grabbed my coat and stormed out of the house. I drove like a woman to the hotel I had given Cain everything. And he still betrayed me.
I stood in front of the Grand Royale Hotel, taking a deep breath. I strode into the lobby, ignoring the whispers and glances.
When I reached the front desk, the receptionist stiffened when she saw me. “Mrs. Blackwood—”
“My husband is here,” I said. “Tell me his room number.” I snapped.
She hesitated for a moment. “I…I’m sorry, Ma but we can't.”