I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 36

Had she given up on love? When she left Cabinda, she knew Alexander had the resources to find her, so she had bought a plane ticket to Paris using her real ID as a decoy.

The ticket to London, however, was purchased with a fake one.

She wanted a clean break, for both their sakes.

As for whether she would ever be open to a new relationship, she was letting fate decide.

"I really don't have time," she told Arianna.

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with being single." Arianna nodded thoughtfully. "True, freedom is a wonderful thing."

After a moment, she decided to tell Natalie anyway.

"Camila White wasn't pregnant with Alexander's child back then."

An image of what she had seen and heard at the hospital flashed through Natalie's mind.

"I only found out later. It was her brother, Benjamin White, who got a girl pregnant. She was taking the girl to the clinic for him."

So it had been a misunderstanding.

But that only meant Camila hadn't been pregnant.

"Still, if Alexander likes Camila so much, why haven't we heard any news about them in the last three years?" Arianna wondered aloud, resting her chin on her hand.

Natalie placed some food on her friend's plate. "Other people's business has nothing to do with us. Let's just eat."

After dinner, Arianna insisted Natalie stay with her, arguing that a hotel wasn't a real home and was a waste of money.

"The company's paying for it. After this busy period is over, I might think about buying a place." Since her job was now back in Cabinda, she would likely be staying for a while.

The next day, Natalie went to a dealership and bought a white Porsche Cayenne.

It was more convenient to have her own car. But not long after she drove it off the lot, she was sideswiped by a Mercedes.

The other driver, seeing she was a woman, immediately blamed her, claiming her driving skills were poor and she wasn't paying attention.

Not wanting to block traffic, Natalie suggested they pull over and call their insurance companies to sort it out.

But the man refused, insisting she pay for the damages on the spot.

Soon, a long line of cars formed behind them.

Some drivers honked, while others got out to see what was happening.

"First time driving, little lady? You should practice more before getting on the road."

Aaron turned the car around.

As they looped back and passed through the intersection near the accident, they caught a glimpse of the scene.

"It's a Porsche Cayenne and a Mercedes," Aaron noted while waiting at the red light.

"Looks like one of the drivers is a woman."

At that, Alexander looked up.

Through the car window, he could see a woman in a beige suit with long, dark, curly hair, surrounded by a group of men.

His view was partially obstructed, so he couldn't see her face.

"The Cayenne isn't at fault," Alexander said, his gaze returning to his tablet.

"How can you tell?" Aaron asked, surprised.

"If you can't tell that much, you should retake your driving test," Alexander said casually.

"Call the traffic police."