ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 131

GABRIELLE’S POY

TW: Bulimia/Eating Disorder

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Ack-“I retched as I leaned over the toilet seat

Fiorella was behind me in seconds, putting my hair up. “Easy”

Hell, I was a mess.

A walking, breathing mess.

It wasn’t even morning sickness, I just couldn’t keep anything down. Whenever I ate, I would lean over

the sink for minutes, throwing up until I could taste my stomach acid,

After my body finally settled, I brushed my teeth before going back to bed.

“You should try to eat something again, Gabrielle,” Fiorella was sitting on the bed beside me.

I groaned, my stomach already twisting again at the thought of food. Td eat if the smell of food didn’t make me sick.”

Being pregnant was hard.

But being pregnant when you didn’t speak to the father anymore was even more destabilizing.

Damon occupied my every thought.

And carrying his child wasn’t helping matters.

“We have to see the doctor about this.”

I turned to face the other side of the bed, “No.”

“Why?”

I knew my inability to keep food down had nothing to do with my pregnancy, but I couldn’t accept the real

reason.

“I don’t feel like it,” I said, “Besides, the only reason I’d go to the doctor is to get an abortion.”

Yes, the thought crossed my mind now and then.

But I couldn’t decide on anything when my heart felt so heavy.

I was already in therapy and knew I’d eventually be strong enough to care for myself and my child, but right now, I was too tired to think about the future.

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*** rated to and under a rock and sleep forever, it would be easier than feeling everything I felt.

/fett Fiscaller’s Hand on my shoulder. “Gabby, what if we tell Damon about the baby?”

fforded sharply. Prell, no

Bot noming foot her off “You will not breathe a word of this to Damon.”

Fioretts studied my face carefully. “He deserves to know.”

“He lost that right when he said he could not love me,” I replied.

Afer expression softened but she did not back down. “This is not about pride. This is about a child.”

“I know exactly what this is about,” I said, forcing myself to sit up. “I am not ready to deal with him.”

She exhaled slowly. “Are you planning to hide it forever?”

1 do not know what I am planning.” I admitted. “I just know I cannot have him looking at me with that cold face again while I am carrying his baby.”

Fiorella was quiet for a moment. “Do you still love him?”

I closed my eyes briefly. “That is not the point.”

“It is the point,” she insisted gently. “Because if you still love him, this will eat you alive.”

I didn’t respond.

I rested my hand on my stomach, more out of instinct than thought. The reality still felt distant and overwhelming.

What the hell was my life?

The only thing that made sense was the work I had thrown myself into.

I’d been trying for the longest time to get into an exclusive fashion school, but I hadn’t told anyone–not even Damon–because I wanted to prove I could do it on my own.

I finally got in a week ago and had been attending online classes until I was strong enough to handle any smell.

“I will not beg him to love me,” I finally said. “And I will not use this baby to force him into feeling something he claims he cannot.”

“You think he would see it that way?”

“I don’t know how he would see it,” I said honestly. “But I know his reaction would make me feel unwanted.”

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Fiorella reached for my hand. “You are not unwanted.”

“I felt unwanted when he looked at me and said he could not love me,” I replied quietly. “I will not put myself in that position again.”

She squeezed my hand. “So what is the plan?”

“I focus on getting better,” I said. “I keep going to therapy, I take my vitamins and I try to eat. I have to be prepared myself to raise this child without him.”

She sighed softly. “There’s a possibility he’d find out on his own. What happens then?”

I swallowed. “Then we deal with it when it happens. For now, I just want to focus on getting better.”

She hesitated. “I know Damon is a lot to deal with but trust me, he cares deeply for you. As deeply as he can try to feel.”

I let out a tired breath. “I am tired of understanding him. And I am even more tired of making excuses for him.”

I kept thanking my stars every day for winning Fiorella–originally Damon’s friend–in our separation, but sometimes I hated it when she spoke the truth.

It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t feel emotions, and that made me feel even worse.

ushed open, and Rhys walked in carrying a big pastry box.

ungry?” he grinned. “His uncle Rhys brought cake.”

I forget him?

I had stayed at a hotel the first week after leaving Damon, with Fiorella joining me the next day.

Somehow, Rhys tracked us down.

That was when he found out everything.

By the next morning, he had convinced me to get on a private plane and return to Italy with him.

I agreed, mostly because I was still angry at Damon and knew he wouldn’t approve of my being around his brother.

Eventually, I began to enjoy my stay, and even though Fiorella couldn’t stand him, she decided to come along for my sake.

“And who told you the baby is a boy?” Fiorella asked, folding her arms across her chest. “The baby is a girl.”

They fought over the baby’s gender at least once a day.

Rhys ignored her and walked over to me. “How are you feeling today?”

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“I have been better,” I replied honestly.

He placed the pastry box on the table and sat beside me on the other side of the bed.

His expression shifted from playful to concerned. “Did you throw up again?”

“Yes.”

His jaw tightened. “Have you seen the doctor?”

“She does not want to,” Fiorella answered before I could speak.

Rhys looked disappointed. “Gabrielle, you cannot avoid medical appointments.”

“I am not avoiding them,” I said. “I just need a little time.”

“You’ve had three weeks,” he replied calmly. “Time will not make the pregnancy disappear.”

“Okay fine,” I said, irritation rising in my chest. “I’ll see a doctor tomorrow. Are you both happy now?”

Fiorella looked concerned but Rhys lip had already formed his signature smirk.

“That’s my sister–in–law,” he said. “I’ll have my doctor here first thing in the morning tomorrow.”

She stood up. “And I’ll make you soup and toast. You should be able to keep that down for now.”

Then she gave my hand another light squeeze before walking out of the room.

Rhys watched her leave before turning back to me. “You are not as stubborn as my brother,” he said.

“Do not compare me to him,” I replied.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Relax. I meant it as a compliment. But on a more serious note, I’m worried about you.”

“Please don’t.”

“I have to,” he said. “You are family, Gabby. I care about you and my nephew. I want both of you to be

fine.”

“We are fine.”

He raised a brow. “The baby might be but you’re not. You’re pale, you barely eat, and you look exhausted.”

“That is pregnancy,” I muttered.

“That is also stress,” he countered. “And something else you’re not telling me.”

I looked away.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Have you thought about what you are going to do long term?”

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“Yes.”

“And?”

“I might be keeping the baby,” I said firmly. “I just need to get myself together first.”

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