CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Jamie recognized him instantly.

She turned to see Noah stride into the venue, his features bearing a striking resemblance to Ben's, though his expression was laced with arrogance and defiance. Jamie's brows knitted together slightly.

It was unsettling to see a face so similar to Ben's wear such a brazenly cocky look. It almost felt like a mockery of the man she knew so well.

Tim seemed to hesitate for a moment before addressing Noah, "Ah, Mr. Noah Lucas, you're quite late."

Everyone knowingly referred to him as "Mr. Noah," carefully distinguishing him from Ben.

Noah chuckled at the implied slight in Tim's words. "Better late than never, right? I'm still a guest, which means I have the right to join in."

Tim hesitated, wiping the light sweat forming on his brow. "Technically... yes, that's true."

The unspoken tension in the room was palpable. Noah was clearly stirring the pot, but to what end?

Seizing the opportunity, Noah took a golf club from a waiting attendant and strolled onto the course.

At that moment, Ben was still on the green. The two brothers didn't exchange a word or even a glance as Noah stepped into the space. Yet the tension was undeniable, wrapping itself around the spectators like a coiled spring. Jamie's heart clenched. She glanced between the two men, unease bubbling inside her. She wanted Ben to win. No, she needed him to win.

Noah's first shot was smooth, sending the ball sailing beautifully toward the target. A round of applause erupted, breaking the tension momentarily.

toward Ben. "So, Ben, what's your record? How many

someone nearby answered before Ben

simply placed his club down and turned

Noah taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Don't tell

paused, casting a calm glance over

assured as he set up for his next shot. One by one, his strokes landed flawlessly. With each successful attempt, the crowd's murmurs grew louder, anticipation mounting. Finally, Noah reached his last ball.

it," he said, looking straight at

fixed on Noah, unreadable yet sharp, a faint trace of mockery

swung his club. The ball flew gracefully, drawing a perfect arc in the air before landing near the

Noah's smirk deepened with satisfaction, until

as he responded with a quiet edge, "Looks like you just

reply, he turned and walked

earlier cheers and excitement evaporated, leaving an almost oppressive stillness. Noah

he had

iet

and the silence from the crowd only magnified his shame. He couldn't even muster the courage to lift his head, terrified of meeting the scornful, mocking gazes he was certain

eyes darkened with bitterness,

possibly lose