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.

burst through the doors.

back too, folding my arms tightly across my chest, feeling more rattled than 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 well lately?" "Nothing I'm aware of. She did say she'd been throwing up

fluids as soon as we

pockets. He's watching Lisa, his brow furrowed, and there's that

he asks, his voice low. "I'm so sorry this

"Her blood pressure is low," and they

nod as they explain where they're

James Hospital. It's just the next block over.

out, I glance at Logan. "I have a few minutes;

his tone understanding.

""Who are you?"

about me?" His question catches me off guard, and the rawness

school, same

I'm Lance's

his secrets. But... he never

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 want

just like Lance," I say with a small smile. "Keeping something like this to himself, a grand joke

this time it's a bittersweet

quiet confidence that's less swagger. "You look exactly like him but you're nothing like him," I say, the words slipping out before I can

"Is that a good thing or a bad

was... Lance. Irreverent, infuriating, but brilliant. You're softer.

is faint but genuine. "I'll take that as

To be CEO of the charities. We

with numbers and he was right. I

""Yes."

she was meeting

the job. He set up the paperwork before he went to

this up. He couldn't give Lisa the part of himself

sounds like him," I say

didn't realize she was... close to him," Logan