Fake Marriage Box Set

“I'm sure you're going to tell me that when you actually had the paternity test done with Emma's hair, you found out that she wasn't your daughter,” I said. “You continue to refuse that you have any sort of responsibilities toward her.”

Actually, I wasn't sure what I wanted to hear: that he had been able to confirm that Emma was actually his daughter, or that she wasn't. At this point, there was no way that he and I were going to be able to stitch up our relationship. So either way. It didn’t matter.

“But it wasn't a mistake,” Andrew said, catching my hand and holding me there. He was still down on his knees, and I could easily have broken his grasp and left, but something kept me standing there, waiting to hear what else he wanted to say. “After contacting people, I was able to find out that the other hair was Renée's. All that other paternity test proved was that I hadn't fathered Renée. And when I did some further digging into your background, I saw that the conviction had also been faked. It was well done. I'm sure she paid a fortune for it, but it wasn't real. I should have listened to you.”

“You should have,” I agreed, staring at a point somewhere over his head. “But you didn't. Now, I think I should be leaving. I'm just going to go get Emma, and then we'll be gone.”

“Wait,” Andrew said again, finally getting up off his knees. He caught both my hands in his, staring intently into my eyes. “Once I figured all this out, I decided on a course of action. I'm punishing Renée indirectly by withdrawing all of the investments that I had in her family's holdings. In addition, I've submitted all the evidence to the police, and she's being charged with fraud, harassment, and stalking, as well as a few other crimes.”

“Am I supposed to be happy about that?” I asked.

“I got a restraining order against her,” Andrew continued earnestly, as though I hadn't spoken. “She'll never be able to meddle in our relationship again. She won't be able to come near any of us. I promise.” He frowned. “Because of her status and her wealth, it's unlikely that she'll actually have to do time for any of this, unfortunately. She's not a danger to the public at large. But there's a big enough scandal already. She won't want to come anywhere near me and risk violating the restraining order. Plus, I have a feeling her family will be keeping a close eye on her after all of this as well.”

“Great,” I said dryly. “I'm glad that you're getting your revenge, but—”

Andrew interrupted me with a kiss. It was totally inappropriate, and I knew that I should be protesting, that I should be fighting my way out of his arms, collecting Emma, and leaving, once and for all.

The logical part of me tried to insist that he had just made a mistake, but that mistake still hurt. And I was terrified to think about what it would feel like the next time things didn't work out between the two of us. I didn't think I could handle that again.

Especially since Emma was already way too attached to him.

But I didn't push Andrew away. In fact, I leaned into him, finding my balance there against the warmth of his chest. I kissed him desperately, my teeth clacking against his and my fingers twisting in the lapels of his shirt. I never wanted to let him go, but eventually, I had to pull away. I ducked my head down, leaning my forehead against his collarbone, still unable to relinquish my grip on the soft fabric of his shirt.

I started to sob, and Andrew's arms came up around me. “Oh, Lexi,” he murmured into my hair, laying his cheek alongside the top of my head. He sighed heavily. “I don't know how you're ever going to be able to forgive me. I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to forgive myself.”

He kissed my hair and then continued. “I was scared, to be honest. I'm so deeply and helplessly in love with you. I think that maybe I was looking for something to be wrong, just so that I could get out of this. I'm so scared of being in love that I had to find something wrong with you. Renée played on that fear. She knew exactly what she was doing. I just can't believe that I fell into her trap.” He paused. “I've never had a relationship like this before. I've never had a girlfriend who I loved like I love you.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Did Andrew Goldwright really just tell me that he loved me? In the past twenty-four hours, it felt as though my entire world had been shaken like a snow globe. First, he'd accused me of conning him, and now he was telling me that he loved me. I felt lost.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

I sniffled, already feeling calmer, the more he talked about the reasons behind his fears. “Am I actually your girlfriend?”

“You have been for a while now,” Andrew said. He looked uncomfortable. “I've actually been thinking of you in my head as being my girlfriend. We should have talked about that a long time ago, and the fact that we didn't was inexcusable. Yet another bout of stupidity on my part.”

I frowned at him. “Do you want this?” I asked. “Emma and I, and everything that comes with having a family? If you don't, you have to let me know. If you don't want to commit, you can't keep stringing me along.”

“I want this,” Andrew said. “I'm terrified, but I want this.”

“And you're never going to see Renée again?” I felt stupid once the words left my mouth, but I supposed I had to ask them.

Andrew didn't seem to mind the question, either. “I'm never going to see her again,” he vowed, cupping my cheek in his palm and stroking his thumb across my cheekbone. He cracked half a smile. “At least she, unlike you, will wind up with a criminal record after this. Maybe we should order a copy of it and then hang it on the wall.”

I snorted and then punched him in the arm. “You really think it's going to be that easy to win me back?” I asked.

I expected some other flippant line, but Andrew's gaze turned more serious than I'd ever seen it before. “I'm going to have to spend some time winning back your trust,” he said. “I'm not letting you go, not unless you really want to leave.” He paused. “But I thought maybe tonight, I could start my apologies by making dinner for you.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you aren't trying to give me reasons to leave?” I teased.

Andrew snorted and hugged me tightly. “I love you,” he said quietly into my ear. “I don't know how many times I'm going to have to say it before you believe me, but I'm going to keep saying it.”

“Good,” I whispered back.

As we hugged, Emma ran back into the room, and seeing us, joined our hug, wrapping her arms around our legs. We giggled and broke apart, and Andrew scooped his daughter up into his arms. “Come here, you!” he said, giving her an Eskimo kiss before he set her back down again. “Want to help me make some spaghetti?”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Andrew