Chapter 6 A Love Betrayed

"Damn!, why isn't she picking up?" Alexander cursed under his breath. He was driving to meet Bailey, alone and without his driver. He needed to ask her a few questions. "Pick up, pick up, pick up," he said, trying her number again, but it kept going to voicemail. He couldn't possibly imagine why Bailey would decide to ruin him this way.

He didn't even plan to say anything about her affair with someone else, so why the hell would she decide to escalate the entire matter to the point of her saying such things about him?

"Beep, beep." His phone rang.

"Bailey, are you-"

"Yes, I'm at home. I'll be expecting you in five." And she hung up the call.

He increased his driving speed, and in minutes, he was at her place.

Bailey was also rich. It was as if fate brought the two families together. They were both heirs to their family's business and a perfect match in the business field.

Two years ago, Richard, Alexander's father, wanted to sign a deal with Mr. Reginald, Bailey's father, over a family dinner. And there at the table, Bailey and Alexander seemed to have a connection.

Unfortunately, the deal didn't go well, but Bailey and Alexander's love seemed to bloom. They both started dating secretly as they didn't want their parents to know about their affair.

Not until they entered a dinner palace for their date only to find their fathers seated and ready to talk business.

"And what the hell are the two of you doing together?" Richard asked.

"Emmm," Alexander stammered.

"You heard him right? Explain yourselves," Mr. Reginald answered.

"Fine, we've been seeing each other," Bailey answered honestly.

"Since when?" Her father asked.

"Since after the dinner." They both responded.

That alone saved the partnership and their love.

"Please come in," Bailey opened the door for Alexander to enter.

Immediately he walked in, he froze. It was as if he had never seen her this beautiful. She had brown, wavy caramel hair that rested on her shoulders and was wearing a nicely flower-designed off-shoulder gown that revealed her shapely figure.

"Bailey," he called.

"Alexander," she replied.

"I do not want to beat around the bushes, so I'm going to immediately ask." He paused, took in a deep breath, and then asked, "Why did you tell everyone I had an erectile dysfunction?"

"It's not a big deal. Besides, it's about your personal life and shouldn't go viral. It has nothing to do with your business," Bailey answered plainly, not ready to empathize.

"I thought that same way, but here I am. My social media has been flooded with messages that I can't reply to. Adding to the fact that I was seen dancing with strippers," he said.

"I'm sorry, I only did that to save myself," she blurted.

"Save yourself from what exactly? I didn't even plan to say anything," he said, growing frustrated.

Bailey didn't talk; she brought out her phone and showed it to him. He watched as the video played and how he walked in and left.

"So... What does this mean?" He asked, wondering how she got this video.

"I received this anonymously, and the sender clearly stated that if I don't tell everyone about your erectile dysfunction, he would post it."

"Now that's-"

"Which I refused, but somehow you got to tell the entire world."

Alexander was taken aback by such an accusation. "What do you mean? I did not tell anyone," his gray eyes darkened.

She got her phone and showed him a video of himself when he was screaming happily in the club, saying that he was having fun and that "Bailey Reginald!" He called her name in full, should go and have fun with other guys...

"It's okay; I've seen enough."

"The anonymous sender sent me another text, telling me that the only way I could save myself was by telling everyone about your sickness, which was the truth. Plus, I was heartbroken when I watched you make such statements with people you don't even know."

"I was drunk, Bailey. I didn't know what I was saying. I can't even remember saying all this," Alexander pleaded honestly. "I'm sorry..."

"You are not!" Bailey raised her voice. "You are not. You only care about your business, your name, your father, acting like you are always the victim."

"Bailey, you are just angry. We can work this out."

"We cannot. I can't be with you. I love you, but I can't. Even though I said what I said, my father believes I'm a slut for cheating on you. They say I'm an abomination. How do I face that?"

Alexander was defeated. He sank into the sofa he was sitting on and couldn't utter a word. It was his fault.

He had told her that she could sleep with any man before their marriage due to his sickness, and now she just did. The first time ever since they started dating, and he had said it to the entire universe.

Bailey loved him to the point that she was ready to marry him even with his sickness. She also agreed to adopt babies if maybe the treatments they planned on taking didn't work.

"Bailey, what will I do? My father can't know that this erectile dysfunction rumor is real."

"You are heartless!" Bailey stood up in rage. "So in all this I've just said, all you care about is your father's thoughts? Get out of my apartment, Alexander. Get the fuck out."

"I'm-"

"Out!" Bailey shrieked; he had broken her heart.

Slowly he stood up and began to leave her apartment.

Immediately he entered his car, he received a text from his father saying, "I'm currently working to save your reputation and this rumor of you having problems with your...whatever. Hope you are prepared for any discomfort it would cost you."

A smile drew across his face like the first rays of the morning sun, gentle and illuminating. Then he replied, "Sure, father. I'm ready for anything."