Page 77 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

My heartbeat thudded my rib cage.

He didn’t answer.

I sank to the floor in a puddle of my own tears. What the fuck just happened? He just ended us. My body heated. My insides felt like they were on fire. I hopped up and stared at the test results.

A flash blew by in my peripheral. I stalked out of the master bath and I peeked in the closet. A chunk of his clothes were missing. I ran into the living room.

“That’s it? You’re leaving us? Sending me back to Alaska knocked up. Yeah, fucking run. You got what you wanted. My fucking heart. You broke it. All the shit you did to get me here.” The vomit returned, this time only in words. “Was it like closing one of your deals?”

He dropped his luggage and garment bag. Collin turned around. “What?”

“Was I one of your deals? You know another merger or acquisition you are so wonderful at winning. You moved me from everything I knew. I don’t have a job. I have nothing.”

He smirked. “You have nothing. You couldn’t even try, Kara. I should have never touched you.”

My body quaked and not in a good way. Hurt struck every bone in my body. My bare feet ran top speed, and I slammed my palms into his chest. He didn’t budge. “Fuck you. I gave you my virginity, Collin. It was sacred, and I gave it to you, because I loved you. I trusted you to not break my heart. You fucking bastard. I never want to see you again.”

His eyes turned hollow. “I want to see my child, Kara. Even if you want nothing to do with me.”

He gathered his belongings and continued toward the elevator.

“Run back to your old ways and fuck every bitch in L.A.,” I shouted at his back.

The side of his face came into view. “Yup, I will. At least I don’t have to worry about my heart being stomped on and thrown back into my face.”

He sighed. “I’ll set up a trust fund for our child.”

I darted around him. His eyes focused on the elevator. “You motherfucker. You’re just like your father.” My hand flew across his cheek. A crack sounded in the air. I ignored my pulsing, burning hand at my side.

He stood there seething. After staring through me for a moment, he walked around me and stepped onto the elevator. The doors closed, and I returned to the bedroom.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Was I supposed to fly home at that moment?

My heart thudded my rib cage harder. The basketball game he was watching still played. It reminded me that he left. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cast-iron skillet. Chest heaving, I stalked back into the room and hurled the skillet at the TV. The TV short circuited. I stepped around the shards of glass. A sense of calm came over me. I snatched our pillows off the bed and trekked down the hall into one of the guest bedrooms. I slammed the door like it mattered. He wasn’t here. He left. The man I loved walked out of my life like I knew he would. I knew he’d break my heart. Climbing under the sheet, I clutched his pillow in my arms, inhaling his delicious scent. I sobbed until I fell asleep.

Three days had gone by. Collin and I hadn’t spoken to each other. The maid called several times. I wouldn’t allow her up.

“Hello,” I heard in the distance.

Who was here?

“Hello, Kara, are you here?”

My eyes widened. It was Harry. I clutched the pillow tighter and muted the TV. I turned the guest room into a campsite. I only left the room to get food. Harry couldn’t get in. The door was locked.

“Kara, are you in here?” The door knob turned, and I held my breath.

I didn’t say a word. He needed to leave.

Boom, boom.

Shit, was his muscled bound ass trying to break down the door?

The door flew open. Harry stood in the doorway, big and burly.

“Kara, you can’t stay cooped up like this.” He fanned his hand in front of his nose.

“When was the last time you took a shower?”

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