She laughed darkly. “But you can’t change anything can you? You ruined my life and now you are going to be a man and suffer the consequences of your actions.”
I flinched and for the first time in two years, I felt like fighting back. For the first time in my life, I had something to fight for. My phone was vibrating in my pocket; I knew it was either Derek or Cam. They’d been ringing me constantly since I left the party. They were probably pissed with me, but I’d deal with them later. Right now, I had a much bigger fish to fry.
“You can blame me for crashing the car Rachel. That part was my fault, but it was your fault we crashed. Yours,” I said, feeling vindicated with my outburst, for finally allowing myself to shift some of the blame that had been weighing on my like a crane.
She blanched and strode towards me. I didn’t bother moving, I knew what she was going to do. Her hand struck my face.
“You bastard,” she screamed. “How can you say it’s my fault? You crashed the car. You caused me to lose our baby, you killed it and it’s your fault I can’t get pregnant again.”
She was shaking with anger. Good, I needed her shaken.
“You fucked my brother,” I said calmly, “Had been for months. You decided to shift your game plan on me because I was the bigger meal ticket, what with my grandfather having just left his fortune to me.”
She paled. I caught the bitch out. I thanked god for confiding in Linda, if I hadn’t I would have never known the truth. The phone call I received earlier tonight from Rachel’s mom confirmed everything I had believed for the last two years was a lie.
“That night I caught you fucking my brother, the night you told me you were pregnant with my child? Well it got me wondering and I started putting dates together and realized the baby couldn’t be mine. The dates didn’t add up and I’d worn a glove. It wasn’t mine was it Rachel?”
She stared at me, silent for a change, I continued. “You ‘got pregnant’ and blamed the baby on me, on the one time we had sex when, in fact you’d been fucking Mike for months, which made wonder why? Why lie about the child being mine if it was his?”
I paced the floor as I spoke. “And why was it that I never even knew about you being pregnant until after the accident? Of course, the first thought that came to my mind was money. You didn’t expect our grandfather to leave everything to me. I was the bastard child and Mike was the golden boy, the true heir to the Henderson Hotels, but then the more I started to think about it, the more things didn’t add up.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “And then, I got a phone call and it all became crystal clear.”
Lee
I could hear the paramedics, could feel them moving my body. I was screaming Kyle’s name inside my head, fighting my way back to consciousness.
My eyes flickered open. “Derek,” I gasped when I saw that he was still beside me. Cam was beside him, she was crying. “Cam,” I whispered. I tried to move my hand towards her, but an agonizing pain shot through me and I screamed in pain.
“Lee, can you hear me? You’re gonna be fine sweetheart,” Derek said rubbing my forehead. “We’re in an ambulance. Lee, we’re getting you help sweetheart, you’re gonna be fine.”
I shook my head confusion, Kyle, where was he? I twisted my head around looking for him. I couldn’t see him. “Kyle?” I cried out. “Kyle? ”Where was he?
Cam and Derek turned their faces away from me. What was happening?
“Are you the father?” The paramedic asked Derek as he held my wrist in his hand, timing my pulse. Derek shook his head and then whispered something to Cam. Her whole face caved as she burst into tears.
The father? “What are you talking about?” I cried. “The father of what?”
The paramedic smiled sadly at me. “Miss Bennett, please try to stay calm, we are concerned that you may be having a miscarriage, the best thing you can do is breathe slowly and try to stay relaxed for the baby’s sake. We’ll know more when we get to the hospital and run some tests.”
The baby, what baby?
“I’m not pregnant,” I screamed before the darkness swallowed me up once more.
Chapter Forty-one
Kyle
“You’ve been telling porkies Rachel,” I said calmly.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she screamed and lunged for my phone. I let her take it. She scrolled through my phone frantically. She couldn’t delete the information in my head that finally freed me from her hold.
“You really are a sick little girl aren’t you,” I taunted. “I’m not even angry with you. I pity you more than anything.” She threw my phone at me, hitting me in the chest. “It takes a sick person to concoct a fake pregnancy, but it takes a bitter, twisted whore to allow a man to walk around for two years thinking he made her infertile. Thinking he killed her child and any chance of having another.” The look on her face confirmed to me that Linda’s source had been spot on. “I had a little chat with your mother today, who, needless to say was shell-shocked with what I had to say. She seemed to be under the impression that you had surgery on your spleen after the accident and not a hysterectomy like you told me.” I stared straight at her; her face was red, her eyes full of rage. “Therefore, you can imagine my surprise when she confirmed, no, assured me that you weren’t pregnant when you were brought in to the hospital that night because you had been tested before getting x-rayed and the test had come back as a big fat negative.”