Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 58

Beginning The Treatment-2

“Logan is a–” He stopped himself as he looked at me and decided not to insult to my face, the father of my son.

“Logan is very fortunate he’s in Chicago and I’m here, because if I ever see him in person I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

“Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t waste your energy being angry at him. He’s not worth it.”

“He hurt you. He dismissed you while you were dying. He’s absolutely worth being angry at.”

“Maybe. But I don’t want to spend whatever time I have left thinking about him, I am tired of doing that.

I spent three years doing that already.” I looked at my brother directly, wanting his word on this.

“Promise me something. If this doesn’t work-if I don’t make it through this treatment-promise me you won’t tell Logan. Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing, don’t let him assuage his guilt by showing up at my funeral, don’t let him anywhere near my family.”

“Sedona-”

“Promise me, Cameron.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “I promise. But you’re going to make it through this treatment, so the point is moot.”

“Twenty percent chance-”

“Is better than zero. You keep saying that like you don’t believe it, but I do. And I am going to believe for the both of us until you can believe it for yourself. You’re going to survive this.”

I wanted to believe him. Wanted to share his certainty, that I was going to be one of the lucky ones. But I’d spent too many months watching my body betray me, my body shutting down one too many times and me being brought back to the living by sheer will of the doctors who refused to give up.

Still, for Cameron’s sake, I nodded my head as I said. “Okay. I’ll try to have your confidence.”

Mom came in a few minutes later, and she was trying very hard not to cry and failing completely. She held my face in both hands the way she’d done when I first came home, like she needed to memorize the shape of me.

“My brave girl,” she said, voice breaking. “My beautiful, brave girl.”

“I’m not brave, Mom. I’m terrified.”

“Being brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you do the thing anyway.” She kissed my forehead gently, like she was kissing something fragile as she added.

“You’re going to do so well. I know and trust you. And when this is over, when you’re better, we’re going to make up for all the time we lost. All of it.”

“I’d like that.”

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Beginning The treatment ?

Dad came in next, and he was better at controlling his expression but I could see the fear in his eyes that he was trying to hide. He hugged me carefully, mindful of all the lines and tubes connecting me to various

machines.

“Your mother and I have been talking,” he said. “When you’re better-and you will get better-we want you to come work at Preston Enterprises. If you want to. No pressure, no expectations. But you have a mind for business and design, and we could use someone with your perspective.”

The offer surprised me. “I thought you wanted Cameron to run everything.”

“Cameron’s excellent at what he does. But there’s room for both of you. The company’s big enough to support multiple visions.” He pulled back to look at me.

“Think about it. For after.”

After. The word implied a future, implied survival, implied something that I wasn’t sure was possible but his own way of giving me something to look forward to.

But I nodded anyway. “I’ll think about it.”

Rachel came in last, without Molly this time-Enzo had taken her home for a nap.

She sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand, and for a moment we just sat there in the comfortable silence that didnt need words for us to exist.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “For what happened in the garden. For not keeping you safer, for not noticing you were in distress until it was too late-”

“Rachel, no. That wasn’t your fault.”

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