Page 112 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I look back. He’s watching me with those dark eyes that see too much.

“Five days,” he says softly.

My heart stutters in my chest. “I know.”

I close the door behind me and lean against it, trying to steady my breathing.

Yes, those feelings for him are definitely getting stronger.

What am I doing?

I only have five days to protect myself from making the biggest mistake of my life.

Because falling for a man who’s counting down the days until he can end our marriage?

That would be even worse than being left at the altar.

And yet, I’m sure he acknowledged that he’s feeling something, too. I’msureof it.

But am I really?

You could just ask him...

I smile grimly. Yeah right. Just like I asked Rylan to marry me.

And that went so amazingly well.

Better to see this for what it is. Better to admit the truth.

In five days, it’s over.

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Dominic

Monday morning. Four days left.

The thought pounds in my head like the residual ache from the fever that nearly flattened me yesterday. I drag myself out of bed, feeling weak but functional. The expensive flu meds Jake had couriered over worked their magic overnight, along with...

Along with Tatiana’s care.

Fuck.

She was the one who told Jake about my flu. She was the one who made him order the meds.

She was the one who made me take them.

She.

Her.

I splash cold water on my face, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I look like shit. Pale, with dark circles under my eyes. But it’s not the physical weakness that bothers me.

It’s what happened yesterday.

Her gentle hands on my forehead. The cool cloth. The soup. The way she stayed beside me when I asked, her wrist slim and warm in my grasp.

I showed weakness. I needed her. And she saw it all.

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