THE REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE

Nathan’s POV

Life has never been so good for me. I have never been as happy as I am now. Getting engaged to Judith has made me a happy and fulfilled man. I was scared while proposing to her, thinking she would reject my proposal since she seemed so skeptical about marriage, but she accepted it. Now we are about to get married.

The marriage preparations have already started, and in less than a month, we will be finally and legally married. It seems too good to be true. I will finally be with the woman I have always loved and wanted.

I’m happy, but I’m not at peace. The assault case keeps drifting into my mind, changing my mood. As my father says, “Secrets always have a way of coming out in the end.” I need to act fast and tell her the truth, but how? I can’t imagine her reaction when she finds out.

I know I should tell her, but I keep getting a bad feeling about it. Knowing how emotional she can be, telling her will definitely crumble her.

When she asked if I had been to Rome before, my heart started racing. I was so scared, but I denied it vehemently without losing my composure or leaving any atom of doubt.

“I will tell her and ask for her forgiveness after the wedding,” I muttered as I was drawn out of my thoughts when James announced our arrival at the hospital.

I walked into the ground floor and answered several greetings from the employees. Funny how I just started responding to their greetings and even enjoyed it; before, it was burdensome.

I walked into the elevator, and it was about to close when John walked in. I kept quiet and pretended I saw no one. I didn’t have the energy to get into an argument with him; every time we see each other, it’s always trouble.

“Hello, brother,” he said happily, as if he had won the lottery.

I was astonished by his greeting. I can’t even remember the last time John greeted me with such a happy mood. He has always been grumpy and rude around me.

“Hello, John,” I answered.

“Congratulations on your engagement,” he said, stretching out his hand. “I’m so happy for you both. I’ll be expecting an invitation to the wedding.”

“Thank you,” I said as I took his hand. “Okay, I’ll send an invitation when it’s ready,” I added, still shocked.

“Okay,” he said, smiled, and got out of the elevator.

John being so courteous and happy around me is definitely fishy. He even congratulated me. This is someone who has always hated Judith even more than he hates me. I can’t remember funding his business deals or doing anything that would have made him so happy.

I feel so uncomfortable with John’s gesture. Who knows what he has up his sleeve? I would have felt better if he had argued with me like he used to.

“What could be the reason for his sudden change?” I thought as I went into my office to begin the day’s tasks, starting with an interview for a new PA.

Judith’s POV

I walked into the hospital reception. It was small but neat, with a few chairs arranged in an orderly fashion. Patients were seated in the reception area while nurses and doctors moved around, attending to them.

“Good morning, I would like to run a paternity test. I booked an appointment yesterday,” I said to the young and beautiful receptionist.

“Okay, ma’am,” she said, looking up at me and assessing my outfit with a critical stare. She must have been surprised to see me dressed this way, but I didn’t care. Hiding my identity was the only way to get the truth without attracting attention. People would find it very fishy that I left my fiance’s renowned hospital in London for a small one on the outskirts of town for a test.

“What is your name, ma’am, so I can check the department you booked for?” she finally said after getting over the shock.

“Judith Summers, and I’m going to the lab,” I said, shifting my nose mask a bit to converse with her properly.

She logged into the system, got busy for a while, then confirmed my appointment and directed me to the lab. At the lab, a technician gave me a form to fill out and directed me to make a payment at the revenue office not far from the lab.

The whole process was tiring, with many people in the queue. After thirty minutes, I made the payment and headed back to the lab.

“I have made the payment, and here’s the receipt,” I said and handed the receipt to the lab technician I met earlier.

“Okay,” he said, taking the duplicate of the receipt from me.

He then directed me to a room where the samples were taken and recorded. I was told to come back for the results in three days.

“Three days?” I shouted in disbelief. “I thought I could get the results tomorrow?” I asked, disappointed.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“No, ma’am, you can’t get it tomorrow. We have a lot of patients to attend to,” he said and walked away to attend to another patient.

Surviving the next three days would be tasking. I hoped I could tame my curiosity and focus on other things.

I boarded a taxi back home and promised myself that I would try to forget about the paternity test and focus on the wedding planning for now.

“I can’t put my life and wedding on hold for a paternity test that I know isn’t true,” I thought while admiring the nice view from the taxi window….