My Lawyer Fiancé Left Me at the Altar for a Pregnant Fraud Chapter 08

My Lawyer Fiancé Left Me at the Altar for a Pregnant Fraud Chapter 08

Caspian’s voice was hollow.

“Isn’t it?”

Yes. And no.

“Caspian. I’m a rational person. Right now, there’s no proof the baby isn’t yours.”

“I told you I’d trust you. And I did. But look at what you did.”

He flinched.

“You defended her at our engagement reception. You shielded her at the hospital. You humiliated me at the

firm. Over her.”

“I wanted to believe you. But the way you acted-it made everything feel irrelevant.”

My eyes burned. I blinked back tears.

Something like guilt flickered across his face.

“I know. It’s all my fault. I hurt you. I failed to separate logic from emotion.”

“But Camila-I was terrified she’d lose the baby. If that happened, I’d have no grounds to prove anything.”

His explanation made sense. It was reasonable.

But that didn’t undo what he’d done to me.

“I’m tired. You should go.”

The settlement agreement had transferred the Finch-Lowell residence into my name.

I’d already contacted an agent. The house was going on the market.

He didn’t know that yet.

He stood up, relucantly. His eyes were glued to me.

“Marlowe. Whatever decision you make, I’ll respect it.”

“But I’m asking for one thing. Time. Let me fix this mess with her. Then I’m coming back for you.”

A vinyl copy of Bon Iver’s “Holocene” played softly in the corner.

I watched him walk out the door.

And I felt that old ache resurface.

He didn’t know he was never going to find me.

I’d already secured an 0-1 visa-for international arbitration. I was leaving the country.

Next week.

I was cutting ties with everything here.

Caspian must have finally realized how badly he’d messed up.

He retrieved the conference room security footage. Forced Camila to apologize to me.

She recorded a voice message in the Slack channel. Reluctantly. Under duress.

I listened to it once.

Then I left the channel. Without a word.

The next day, a homemade tres leches cake appeared at my door.

He said he remembered I loved them. He made time. He wanted to make it himself.

The smell hit me before I even opened the box. I nearly gagged.

I gave it to the neighbors’ kid.

Caspian Lowell had never been the desperate type. Confident. Steady. Always in control.

But now he was texting me around the clock. Checking in. Making conversation.

He said he’d laid it all out for Camila.

He didn’t have feelings for her. If that baby wasn’t his, he wasn’t taking responsibility for it.

I didn’t reply.

I packed.

The disaster struck sooner than I expected.

Camila lost the baby.

I was already grabbing my keys to head to Cedars-Sinai when Sage sent me the video.

The hospital rooftop.

Camila stood on the ledge, sobbing, shrieking.

Caspian stood a few feet away, his face ashen.

She kept backing up. Her voice splintered.

“You didn’t catch me! You let me fall! Now my baby’s gone and you won’t marry me! What am I even alive

for?”

Caspian’s hands were out. His voice shook.

“Don’t do this. We can talk about this. Just step down.”

She kept crying. Kept backing up. One more step and she’d be gone.

Caspian snapped.

“Fine! I’ll marry you! I’ll take responsibility!”

Camila stopped.

Tears still streaming. She turned her head. Deliberate. Calculating.

“Really? You’ll really marry me?”

Caspian nodded. Heavy. Solemn.

“Yes. I’ll marry you. I promise.”

The video ended.

I stared at the frozen frame. Something didn’t feel right.

Miscarriage. Why push for marriage? A payout would’ve made more sense. Compensation. A settlement.

Caspian had already told her he wasn’t taking responsibility unless the baby was his.

So why was she still pushing?

I asked Sage to pull details from the hospital.

She got back to me fast.

The baby wasn’t Caspian’s.