Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 117

Yachting all over the Mediterranean had been an absolute dream. I loved being out on the water and seeing the crystal blue skies every single morning. Waking up to crashing waves and a gentle sea breeze was absolutely magical.

I could have stayed out there for years and years and never grown tired. But I felt rejuvenated and ready to tackle some more work. I shifted in my seat as the people on set helped me to get the mic fixed.

Today was the first official interview for the movie. The trailer was due to drop within the next two or so hours and I was more than excited to finally release this baby into the world. There was a huge weight on my shoulders because people expected this movie to be good. And they had every right to. The book had been a major success and I wanted the movie to follow suit. The fan base deserved a stellar movie.

But not only was this interview important for the movie, it was also important for me. This was going to be the first public thing that I did. Everyone had just been catching glimpses of me as I milled around the streets of Los Angeles. But now they were going to hear from me for the very first time since my miscarriage. It had been almost three months since then and I had healed some

The necklace that my husband had gotten me rested on my chest. The fact that our baby was no longer alive was an incredibly painful fact to come to terms with. But I was finally in a much better place than I was before.

“Okay, we are ready here, Adelaide.” Emily, the interviewer, smiled at me. “If at any point in time you feel like you cannot continue please let me know and I will gladly shift the conversation or I will end the interview.

I nodded feeling grateful that I had made the right decision on picking which interviewer I wanted first. There were a lot of people who wanted to get a story out of me but I was not ready to delve that deeply and I didn’t think I ever would be.

The rest of the crew readied the lights and made sure that all the cameras were pointing in the right direction. We got the countdown from 10 and my heart raced in my chest. I had been over this with Damon multiple times.

Just breathe through it. It’s not life or death, you are fine.

I repeated his words to myself inside of my head.

And the camera began to roll.

a pleasure it is to have you

for

hoped that this wouldn’t be

I thought it would be. Emily had been so gracious and kind to me, she didn’t delve into topics that I didn’t want to speak about, something

while I waited for my husband to get home, I was hit by a sudden wave of nausea.

My hand came to

had been so nervous about this interview that I didn’t eat breakfast, so maybe that was why I was feeling a little out of sorts. I tried to breathe through it all but nothing was working. My stomach churned and I had to cover my mouth with my hand

I was done I felt a little bit better, but I didn’t understand where that had come from. I leaned my head against the

made it to my feet and stumbled to the sink. I turned on the water and washed my

to wake my senses up a little more.

saw that I was as pale as a ghost’s eyes had dark circles under them.

felt anything similar to this I

the reason why I was feeling this way now hit me like a ton of bricks. I stood there frozen with the water still coming out of the faucet and my mind trying to

way

body seemed to move on autopilot. I rushed up the stairs taking them two at a time until I came to our bathrooms. I rummaged through the cabinets digging for the pregnancy test that I had

racing. I had no idea what to think.

In fact, the last thing we wanted was a child. I was still healing from the last time and I didn’t know if I was fully ready, both mentally or

shaking hands, I peed on the stick and then I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. The box said that it would take 10 minutes for me to get a result. But the minutes felt like years

what my next pregnancy would bring. Would I face the

was meant to be here in my arms, new and ready for the world. I still mourned for him, I still missed him. But maybe this was a chance at a new

voice carried into the bathroom as he entered our

my voice came out so

voice. He saw me standing by the counter with my

of me. At first, he didn’t say anything and then his eyes met mine again in the mirror.