The Unwanted Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 3

Anna's POV

"Anna, would you like to be my date for tonight?" Tony questions me. I give him a number of blinks while a number of various things go through my head about him.

I am still trying to get over my ex-boyfriend. Since he ended our relationship, I haven't had any desire to talk to him and I haven't had the chance to do so. Now, I really want to talk to him, even if it's just for a short time, so that I may press him for the real reason he decided to end our relationship.

I gave him all that I had, including my heart, my body, and my soul. Despite the fact that I loved him with all of my heart, all he did was shred to pieces my heart. I am still picking up the pieces of my shattered heart and attempting to put them back in their proper place, but it is a slow and painful process. I have faith that it will get better in due time.

The ache is returning now that I've heard Tony's request to take me out on a date. Even though it's been three months since Cameron ended our relationship, it still seems like just yesterday that we were together. This is due to the fact that the pain is still quite recent in my mind and body.

I'm at a loss for words when it comes to talking to Tony. I don't want him to get an inaccurate impression of who I am. Already, he had proposed that we become boyfriend and girlfriend, but I turned him down. If I say yes to going on this date with him, would it automatically make me his girlfriend? I am conscious of the fact that I am not prepared for another romantic involvement. It is still too soon.

"Anna," Pam says, jolting me out of the trance I was in with her voice. After we have finished our meals, he turns to me and asks me this question while we are seated in the school cafeteria.

Because I have been feeling ill ever since I arrived at school this morning, I have already informed Pam that I will not be attending any of the lessons that take place after lunch.

"It's good to go, Tony." I have no choice except to yield. Pam claps her hands excitedly when she sees him beaming with joy.

I say out loud for him to hear, "But despite what you may think, I'm not your girlfriend." As I speak, I can see that his body is at ease. He hastily painted a grin over the pain that was visible on his face.

"It's ok. We are going to proceed cautiously.

I finally say "Alright" and stand up. While I sling my rucksack over my shoulder and get ready to go for the day, Pam does the exact same thing. I started to feel dizzy early this morning before my first class, and I'm not sure what caused it but I'm starting to feel it again now. Why?

"Tony, we are going to start moving. Thank you very much for lunch." Pam has a lot of respect for him.

He smiles broadly and says, "My pleasure" in response. He has a positive attitude and is looking forward to tonight.

I say "Bye, Tony," and then wave goodbye to him as I follow Pam towards the exit.

"Alright, Anna. He calls out to us and says, "I will come to pick you up when the time is right!"

I give him a kind grin and nod as I gaze back at him.

As we make our way towards the entrance to the campus, Pam murmurs, "I'm going to skip class, too," while we are in the process of entering. I intend to go get a cab.

"There's no reason for that," I raise an objection.

"I'll take you home," she says over and over again.

Gratitude fills my face as I look at my companion. I just started a new workout regimen after a three-month break, and ever since I started feeling sick and disoriented, I have been assuming that it must have something to do with the exercise routine. After I ended my relationship, I went out of my way to cease working out, and I didn't start doing it again until the day before.

"I heard that someone is going on a date. Pam's song predicts that "someone" will end up being "someone's girlfriend."

"Pam, it's just a date. In addition to that, it is far too early, and I am not prepared. It's just been a quarter of a year..."

"Hasn't crying over spilt milk for the past three months been enough?" She interrogates with her eyes wide open.

"I feel like it's a little bit too soon."

"It's going to be okay, babe; just chill out, go with the flow, and see what happens." I hope you have a good time tonight. When was the last time you laughed and enjoyed yourself? That was three months ago, right?

I tell her, "That was a disaster," as I recall what took place and the s*x that took place between me and the stranger. "That was a disaster."

"Disaster indeed." Pam chuckles. "Because you were punched in the face."

I ask her to quit making fun of me by saying "Stop it already please" (please just stop). It makes me uneasy whenever she brings it up in conversation.

She says, "I wonder why you don't like talking about that night" as her line of questioning.

"Because I am not proud of it," I concede, "because that is the reason."

"What?" carey has a sly grin on her face as she fishes her car keys out of her purse and juggles them. You are not proud of something as incredible as you being laid on the second day following your break up, are you? If you are not proud of it, then let me tell you that I am extremely proud of you, darling daughter. It is something you should be proud of.

"Whatever."

carey gives me the eye roll and shrugs while saying, "Whatever."

Both of us are laughing. After arriving at the parking lot, we locate carey's vehicle and make our way inside.

"You do realise that if you accept Tony, he will be really happy, right?"

I yell at her to "shut up and let's go," but she ignores me.

Again, a wave of dizziness washes over me, and I come dangerously close to falling to the ground, but I keep my grasp on the car handle. I have a strong grip on it and shut my eyes as I do so. When I open it, Pam is already seated inside the car and giving me a cautious glance in her direction.

"What is it, Anna?"

I'm trying to respond, but the words just won't come out. I notice that as soon as I close my eyes once more, I am plummeting to the ground and losing consciousness.

**** When I come to, I am aware that someone is holding onto my hand.

That would be carey.

carey is currently sitting at the side of the bed, appearing pitiful as she does so. When she sees that my eyes are open, she immediately sits up straight.

She yells "Anna" at you.

Another voice chimes in and says, "My daughter." At this point, I become aware that my mother is positioned on the opposite side of the bed from me. I carefully turn my head to look into the emerald eyes of my mother. My hair is a different colour than hers, but else I am an exact image of her.

"Mom?" I ask in a hushed voice.

She gives me a brief hug on the bed before saying, "You scared us." When she walks away, I can tell that she is choked up with emotion.

My mother is a tough woman who can't hide her feelings. She has been putting in a tremendous amount of effort ever since the passing of my father to ensure that I continue my education and that we have food on the table.

"What in the world happened, mum?" I inquire with a sense of wonder.

"You've lost consciousness," she tells me. "I'm sorry."

As I think back on what took place, I nod in agreement. I face carey as I turn around. She gives me a warm grin and gently touches my hand once more.

"I was trembling with fear."

"What did the doctor have to say about it? Ignoring her comment and gritting my teeth in agony, I respond, "I'm still feeling feverish."

carey's response is, "He conducted an examination on you, but he has not yet disclosed the results of the examination."

I sincerely hope it's nothing life-threatening. She kisses the top of my head and says, "I can't afford to lose you."

I reassure her, "I'll be fine, mom," and she smiles.

The silence falls over us, and I look across at mum, hoping that everything is okay with me. If it turns out to be a condition that threatens her life, I am well aware that it will break my mother's heart. When someone walks in, I still haven't figured out what it could possibly be.

It's the local physician.

"Doctor," my mother says as she suddenly stands up.

The doctor grins broadly at me and announces, "You are awake." I respond with a nod. "Good."

"I trust everything is going well?" My mother inquires to the physician as to whether or not he is still grinning.

He grins broadly and says, "It's good news."

carey and I lock eyes for a moment. The anxious expression on my mother's face has not changed as she continues to watch the doctor. Even before he announced it is good news, the smile that was on the doctor's face was enough of a giveaway to know that it isn't something bad.

I am curious to find out what the good news is.

"Your daughter's pregnancy is now three months along. The doctor gave his patients his congratulations.

What?" We were all uttering shocked exclamations.