Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

522 Seeing Double

(Winona)

Lisa's body is sprawled awkwardly on the sleek office floor, and my heart nearly stops as I drop to my knees beside her.

"I'm Logan Bennett." The sound of Logan's voice, Lance's voice, steady but sharp, slices through the haze of my panic.

I glance up at him. Neater haircut, lesser designer suit, but that is Lance Collins right there.

What the actual fuck is going on? No wonder she collapsed.

"I'm calling 911," he says, his phone already to his ear. "St James Hospital is close."

"Lisa!" I whisper, shaking her gently. Her skin feels clammy, her breathing shallow but steady. "Come on, Lis, wake up." I turn her over to the recovery position. She is breathing but she isn't waking up. Logan lowers his phone. "Paramedics are on the way." His gaze flickers between Lisa and me, worry etched into his expression. "Is she...?"

"She's breathing," I say. "But she's not waking up."

Logan crouches down, his movements deliberate and calm, and for a moment, his presence reminds me so much of Lance that my stomach knots. But then he speaks, his tone softer than Lance's. "Should we move her? Or leave her here?" He brushes the hair off her face in such a gentle way.

"Leave her," I reply, across from him. "We don't want to risk making anything worse."

He nods as he makes eye contact. I almost faint because his eyes are just the same, but there's something else in his eyes-a vulnerability Lance never allowed.

For all his jokes and charm, Lance had walls, emotional barriers he rarely let anyone behind. But Logan... Logan's concern isn't masked. It's raw, unfiltered, and it throws me off balance.

I glance back at Lisa. "She's probably just fainted from stress. This isn't her scene. She's more suited to running from the paparazzi than running into a boardroom."

Logan almost smiles, a faint twitch of his lips. "She didn't seem too thrilled to be here."

"That's putting it mildly." My voice wavers, and I hate how unsteady I sound. I take a deep breath and focus on Lisa, softly rubbing her hand.

The distant sound of sirens grows louder, and relief floods my chest. "They're almost here," I say, more to myself than to Logan.

paramedics room as they burst through the doors. They move with practiced efficiency, asking questions and checking

I want to admit. "Her name is Lisa Forbes. All her ID and insurance is in her purse." I hand over Lisa's bag. "Thank you. Has she any conditions you're aware of? Has she been

her on fluids

stands beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets. He's watching Lisa, his brow furrowed, and there's that vulnerability

she going to be okay?" he asks,

hospital," the paramedic says. "Her blood pressure is low,"

as they explain where they're

next block over. Go to the emergency and

wheel her out, I glance at Logan. "I have a few minutes; do you mind if we

he says, his tone understanding. "Take a

""Who are you?"

tell you about me?" His question catches me off guard, and the rawness in his voice strikes

friends since high school, same as Lisa and my husband

eyes go wide. "Wow, okay. I'm Lance's twin. He found me a year

his secrets. But... he never

running a hand through his neatly styled hair. "I didn't know about him or that I was adopted until he found me. We were separated at birth. His parents, our parents didn't

with a small smile. "Keeping something like this to himself, a grand joke revealed at the perfect time. He was full

twitch again, but this time it's a bittersweet smile.

suit, the way he carries himself with a quiet

surprised. "Is that a good thing

but brilliant. You're softer. More..." I search for the right

is faint but genuine. "I'll

CEO of the charities. We didn't

Lance said I'd have the same talent as him with numbers and he was

""Yes."

said she was

was perfect for the job.

Lance had a plan. Of course, he'd set this up. He couldn't give Lisa the part of himself she needed most. I've no doubt that's exactly what he was thinking with

sounds like him," I

was...