Love Rewriting

Chapter5

Raymond’s POV

"What do you mean you know me?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation as I stared at the young woman standing before me.

She looked at me with a strange mix of confidence and hurt. “Don’t you remember me?” she asked, her tone hopeful, almost pleading.

I scoffed. “How can I remember someone as ugly as you?” I said coldly, watching as her expression flickered—was that anger or pain? Either way, I didn’t care.

To be honest, there was something vaguely familiar about her face, but I couldn’t quite place it. And now that I was seeing her clearly, I didn’t even want to remember. It was better left forgotten.

“So, lady, if you don’t mind, move out of my way,” I said, my patience wearing thin.

But she didn’t budge.

Her persistence was starting to irk me. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “I won’t repeat myself,” I warned, my voice lower, more controlled.

She scoffed this time, a reaction that took me aback. What game was she playing? How did I even get into this situation?

“Well, young man,” she finally spoke, her voice firm and authoritative, “you are the person I had a one-night stand with.”

Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning.

My mind raced back to that night at the club. Yeah, I had a one-night stand with someone, but there was no way it was her. That woman had been different—or at least, that’s what I thought. Why would my friend set me up with someone like this? And besides, she was supposed to be—

“You are responsible for the child I’m carrying.”

Her words jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I raised an eyebrow. “Come again?” I asked, needing to make sure I had heard her right.

She crossed her arms, unwavering. “You got me pregnant. You’re the reason I’m in this mess.”

A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “You must be joking.” I tried to push past her, but she grabbed my wrist with surprising strength.

“You are not leaving until you see my father,” she said, her grip tightening.

I stared at her, searching for any sign that this was some kind of sick prank. But her face was firm, her determination unshaken.

“This is not a joke, is it?” I muttered.

She remained silent, only holding onto my arm tighter.

“What’s going on here?” a familiar voice rang out.

I turned to see Bella approaching, her brows furrowed in confusion.

The woman’s grip on me didn’t loosen as she looked at Bella. “Well, thank God you’re here, sister.”

Sister?

I nearly choked on air. Bella has a sister?

My mind reeled as the woman continued. “It turns out your so-called fiancé is the same man you set me up with—the father of my child.”

Bella’s face twisted in shock. “Set you up? How?”

Then, before I could even process the accusation, Bella’s palm met her sister’s cheek in a sharp, resounding slap.

“That’s a lie! You’re making this up!” Bella hissed.

But the other woman didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, her hand still gripping mine.

“Let him go!” Bella screamed, her voice ringing with desperation as she tried to pull me free.

The commotion must have drawn attention because, moments later, their parents appeared.

“What is happening here?” Mr. Thompson’s deep voice cut through the tension. His sharp eyes landed on Camille, his daughter, whose fingers were still wrapped around my wrist. “Why are you holding him like that?”

Camille lifted her chin, meeting her father’s gaze. “Because he was the one I had a one-night stand with. He is the father of my child.”

Silence crashed over us like a tidal wave.

I stood frozen, lost in the chaos, unable to comprehend how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess.