Henry's POV
As I held the letter in my hands, my mind raced with questions. I remembered Camila's condition that night—
When I stopped and informed her that the condom was broken, I remembered exactly what she had said.
"It's okay. There's no need to worry. I can't get pregnant, so there's nothing to worry about. Keep going. Give me more and more. Please, don't stop again."
So I knew that the chances of her being pregnant were close to zero. But even with that knowledge, I couldn't deny the clear and distinct handwriting on the letter.
Was she pregnant with my child?
I sat there, replaying that night over and over in my mind, trying to piece together whether something had gone wrong. She had been so sure, so adamant that she couldn't conceive. And yet—
Here was a letter demanding that I relinquish my parental rights.
A pit of unease coiled in my stomach. There was more to this story, and I needed answers.
I pressed the intercom button on my desk. "Helen, come in here."
A moment later, my secretary, Helen, walked in, closing the door behind her. "What can I do for you, Mr. Charles?"
"What's left on my schedule today?" I asked. I needed to leave immediately and take the next flight to Seattle. I needed to see Camila.
Helen flipped through her notes before answering. "You have a lunch meeting with Mr. Johnson in an hour, but your afternoon is clear. Is something wrong, sir?"
"I need to reschedule the lunch meeting," I said firmly. "And I need you to book a flight to Seattle for me. Immediately."
Helen's eyes widened slightly. "A flight to Seattle?" she echoed. "Are you sure? You don't have any scheduled business there."
"I'm positive."
"Of course. I'll take care of it now," she said, her tone professional but laced with concern. "Do you need a hotel reservation as well?"
"Yes. Something private."
Helen nodded, her fingers already flying across her keyboard. Meanwhile, I tried to focus on the present moment, but my mind was consumed by the letter in my hands and the questions it left unanswered.
Within minutes, Helen handed me my flight details and hotel confirmation. "Everything is set, sir. Your flight departs in two hours."
I took the documents from her, offering a quick nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Helen."
She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Sir… is everything okay?"
I forced a reassuring smile. "Everything's fine. Just some personal business I need to handle."
I could tell she wanted to ask more, but she simply nodded and left the room.
As I gathered my things, I felt a strange mixture of anxiety and anticipation. What if Camila refused to see me? What if she was angry that I had shown up unannounced?
Despite the questions racing through my mind, I knew one thing for certain I had to find her.
As I drove to the airport, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past few months in my head.
I tried to make sense of it all, but everything just seemed so confusing. There were so many unanswered questions, and I didn't know where to start. But I knew one thing for sure - I had to find Camila and get some answers.
I walked out of the office, my steps firm with purpose.
I arrived at the airport and made my way to the gate. As I sat there, waiting for my flight, I decided to call Olivia to find out the whereabouts of Camila so I could see and talk to her.
I dialed Olivia's number, hoping she would have some answers for me. I could hear the phone ringing as it connected to her line. After a few moments, she picked up.
"Hey, Liv." I tried to keep my tone casual.
"Henry? Why are you calling so early?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "I need to ask you something. Do you know where Camila is right now? I need to talk to her."
There was a pause on the other end. "Uh… I'm not sure," Olivia finally said. "Why?"
"I just… need to see her. It's important."
Another pause. Then Olivia sighed. "Alright, let me call her and find out. I'll get back to you."
"Thanks, Liv. I appreciate it."
"No problem," she said, though I could hear the curiosity in her voice. "I'll call you soon."
I was hopeful that I would be able to talk to Camila soon, but I was also nervous about what I would say to her. So many thoughts were swirling around in my head, and I didn't know where to start.
After about an hour of sitting at the gate, my phone finally rang.
Olivia's name flashed across the screen.
I answered immediately. "Did you find her?"
"Yes," she said, hesitating in her tone. "She's at a bar."
I frowned. "A bar?"
"Yes."
My fingers tightened around my phone. "What the hell is she doing at a bar? In her condition?"
I realized too late that my voice had risen. A few passersby gave me strange looks.
"Henry…" Olivia's voice had shifted, more serious now. "What exactly is going on?"
I exhaled sharply, lowering my voice. "Nothing. Just thinking out loud."
"Right…" she said, clearly not convinced.
I didn't have time to explain. "Thanks, Liv. I'll call you later."
Hanging up, I clenched my jaw. A bar? She was pregnant, and she was drinking?
I needed to get to her. Now.