His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 50

Present

Camille

I inhaled deeply as my heart was throbbing harder. I was gripping Conan’s hand to ease my tension but it didn't work. 

 

“I never thought that he would invite me to his wedding,” I said. My voice was filled with despair and pain. 

 

To be honest, I was not happy with Scott's marriage. That day Maura and Scott were getting married. The ceremony was taking place in a very private place. The whole country was excited about their wedding ceremony. The paparazzi and cameramen roamed around the town with their heavy cameras. There was also press everywhere. 

 

“Well, he is getting married.” Conan sighed, squeezing my hand. “I know how you are feeling right now, Cami.” 

 

"Well, I am relieved to be free of Maura slavery. Scott has ended our contract and he told me he would bear all my brother’s medical costs without having me working for him. Now, I can do whatever I like.” 

 

“Why don’t you marry me instead?” Conan asked and I snapped my eyes at him. 

 

“I told you, you deserve better,” I said firmly. 

 

“Trust me, I will never find a better person than you, Cami.” 

 

“You start again.” I sighed in irritation. “I’ll help you to find a bea…” Before I could finish myself, nausea hit me as I cupped my mouth and cried out, “Stop the car!” 

 

Conan slammed on the brake. We jerked forward as the car halted to screech. I jumped out of the car and rushed to the side of the street. 

 

“Camille…” Conan approached me. His voice rang with worry. “What happened to you? What did you eat in the morning?” 

 

“Nothing!” I gasped, coughing hard. "I just had a cup of coffee." 

 

“Are you pregnant?” Conan asked, making me freeze in shock. I snapped my eyes at him, watching him in disbelief. What did he just say? Pregnant? Then I realized I had missed my period for the last two months. 

 

"Are you alright?" Conan placed his hand on my shoulder, causing me to startle. 

 

“No…” I said blankly and got to my feet, dragging myself to the car. I got inside and slammed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. A fine line of sweat gathered on my forehead and my hands were trembling due to anxiety. 

 

“Camille…” Conan got inside and cupped my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to terrorize you but…”

 

“It has been a while since my last menstrual cycle. I didn’t even notice that.” 

 

“When was…”

 

“About two months ago,” I whispered. 

 

“Damn!” Conan’s jaw clenched. “Didn’t you take contraception pills?”

 

I closed my eyes and avoided looking into his eyes, feeling embarrassed. “I did…” 

 

“Let’s go to the doctor first.” Conan buckled up my seatbelt before doing his and drove straight to the hospital. 

 

After a few checkups, the doctor said to wait for an hour. I was clutching Conan’s hand, hoping for positive news. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” I mumbled and looked at him. “I really don’t…” 

 

“We’re hoping for a positive result, right? Have you ever skipped your periods before, right?”

 

I nodded. “But never for two months.” 

 

“Miss Davidson,” the nurse called out my name. 

 

I sprang to my feet. “Cami…” Conan grabbed my hand. “I’m also coming with you.” 

 

“Please, don’t…if I’m…” I shook my head. “They will assume it is yours.” 

 

“Like I ever give a damn,” he hissed and came along with me. We entered the doctor's cabin and took seats in front of her. 

 

“Miss Camille Davidson,” the old lady smiled. Her smile was strangely pleasant and warm. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.” She glanced between me and Conan and through her expression, I could tell she was assuming that it was his baby. “I'm a big fan of you, Conan Arthur.”

 

“I'm pleased to hear that.” Conan nodded appreciatively, squeezing my hand. 

 

“You’re becoming a father.” 

 

“Thanks…” Conan said but I squeezed his hand and prevented him from speaking further. 

 

“I'm not pregnant with his baby.” I smiled tightly at the doctor. “We’re just friends.” 

 

“Oh…I’m sorry.” The old lady smiled apologetically. “I’m prescribing you some medicine and your nausea will last a week or two then you will be fine. Your pregnancy will run smoothly as long as you take proper care of yourself. You are eight weeks pregnant. You seem quite weak to be a mother.” She scanned me up and down before she scribbled down something and handed the piece of paper to me. “If you need any help, don't hesitate to call me.”

 

“Thanks, Doc." 

 

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We arrived at the venue of the wedding. It was a small, but beautiful seaside resort. The guests were chatting and laughing. I couldn't spot Scott as my eyes scanned every corner, searching for him but he was nowhere in sight. Archie was on the other, talking to a middle-aged woman. 

 

"We're delighted to have you two here," Archie said with a smile, approaching us. Kate was next to him, looking pretty in his pink and purple striped suit. 

 

"We are, too," I mumbled, glancing at Conan who had looked distant ever since he heard about my pregnancy. His expression shone with disappointment. 

 

"Hey, buddy, what's up?" Archie smiled at Conan and shook his hand. "I heard you got a big project." 

 

"I hope they will accept me." Conan grinned. "Director wants me to be his male lead but the production company doesn't want to hire me. They want to sign Scott as their male lead." 

 

"Cami…" Kate came near me. "Maura wants to see you," he whispered so that no one could hear him. 

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