The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement (Bad Boys and Babies 2)

And now, she was useless to him. He would toss her out. Sure, she’d be able to get child support, but the love of her life would be gone.

She thought back to that night. He had come home that night, kissed her and cuddled with her for a moment. She didn’t know he was kissing her with someone else’s kisses. She didn’t know that it was all a game to him.

If this had been some sort of accident, he hadn’t mentioned it. He hadn’t said a word about the other woman or the party, which made her think he was hiding it. He had deliberately not told her because he didn’t want her to know he was cheating.

Now she knew. Now she knew that he didn’t care and it shattered her.

The father of her child didn’t want her anymore.

She didn’t know that anything could hurt this much. She’d felt heartbreak before, but never like this. Her heart ached not only for her, but for her unborn child. This betrayal affected both of them. She could never forgive him for this.

Emma sobbed into her hands. The perfect picture she had in her mind of the two of them raising a child together was gone. All of her hopes and dreams for the future were dashed to pieces now.

She wished she had never fallen in love with him. And it was her own fault for getting hurt like this. She knew what he was. She knew he was a player whose only usage of the word fidelity related to stocks and bonds.

She should have known she wouldn’t be enough to keep him.

But she had hoped. She had let herself believe that he loved her. That he cared. That she had changed him and that they could walk away into a beautiful happily ever after.

But she was wrong. He didn’t change. He couldn’t. He wasn’t capable of love or monogamy. It was his nature to want new women. He couldn’t be happy with just one. He couldn’t be content with a life with her. He would always need more.

Emma cried, burying her face in her arms. She wasn?

?t enough.

Her phone continued to buzz and chime, telling her that she had an endless supply of emails and phone calls from various newspapers wanting to know how broken her heart was.

That gave her pause. How in the world did they get her number? It was supposed to be unlisted. Then she shook her head. It wouldn’t be that hard to figure out. Anyone worth their salt could find a phone number, and her email wasn’t exactly a secret. She couldn’t blame them. A sound bite from the cheated on fiancee would be more than worth their effort.

She wiped at her face and felt the twist in her stomach. Just because she was crying and upset didn’t stop her morning sickness from reminding her that it was there. She got up and finished making her ginger tea and ate a couple of crackers.

She chewed on the bland crackers and wondered if she might be overreacting. It was possible. She was pregnant and she could feel the hormones swirling around in her brain. She needed an outside opinion.

She picked her phone back up, ignoring the twenty-sex text messages, seventy-two emails, and twenty-four phone calls. She dialed Grace.

“Emma! Are you okay?” Grace picked up on the second ring. “I just saw the picture.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Emma admitted.

“You dump his ass is what you do,” Grace told her. “He cheated on you, Emma. I don’t care that he’s a billionaire or how cute he is. That’s a scum move. That’s not someone you stick around with.”

Emma deflated. She half hoped that Grace would tell her the photo was obviously photoshopped or that there must be a reason.

“Emma, do you have a place to go?” Grace asked. “You can come here if you need to. We have the guest room all set up. The baby crib is in there, but he doesn’t like to sleep there.”

“No, it’s okay,” Emma told her. “The apartment downstairs is in my name and paid for the year. He can’t take it.”

“Good. That was smart thinking.”

Emma shook her head. “That was my lawyer’s smart thinking. I’m an idiot.”

“That’s not true,” Grace said sharply. “You saw the best in him. You gave him a chance. It’s not your fault that the guy couldn’t keep it in his pants. That’s not on you.”

“Sure.” Emma shrugged.

“Don’t ‘sure’ me, Emma,” Grace warned. “Do you remember the last guy who broke your heart? You remember what I did to him?”

Emma chuckled. “You egged his car. I had to take the baseball bat away from you.”