Broken And Pregnant novel Chapter 62

I wear my cap so no one can recognize me. I walked out first to the fruit section since Gale loves fruits and vegetables so much. Living with him made my tummy puff a little since he was one of the great chefs in New York. 

I slowly pushed my cart towards it when someone bumps his cart at my back. I got angrier. Who was the careless person to hit me on my butt? I furiously looked back and about to shout at him because of his recklessness when I realized that this man looks familiar. He froze also to see me. Our eyes met and I can't hide the fact that I still feel the same even many years had passed. I should be slapped him and choke him to die but why couldn't do it now? I could hear the loud sounds of my heartbeat through my ears. I was blinded by my deepest love for him. He destroyed and left me broken. 

I just got back from my senses when he called my name. My new name. 

" Greta, is that you?", he asked me with his surprised look. 

I quickly bent my head to cover my face from anyone. I won't cause any scenes here. I simply nod my head and smiled at him. 

"You're Kent, right? My husband's brother?", I said trying not to act like Lucy in front of him. If he found out that I'm only faking my identity, our plan won't work. 

I can see in his eyes that he's talking to Lucy. 

" Yeah, yes. We met at the party, right? Ahm, can I ask you something?", he said while looking into my eyes. 

It's a bit awkward to look at him too so I'm not even looking directly at his beautiful eyes. 

"What is it? I'm in a hurry so can you tell me now?", I said while looking at my wristwatch. 

He walked closer and hastily hold my hands. I tried to let go but he cupped it hard. 

" Tell me if you're not Lucy and I won't bother you anymore. Please, I know it's you, Lucy. I'm sorry and I miss you." He said like crazy.

"What are you doing? I'm not Lucy and I don't even know that girl you're talking about! Am I look cheap to you, Mr. Stone? Get off me. I'm not Lucy whoever she was!", I said while struggling from his grip.