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.

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

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 all morning but we

on fluids as soon as

He's watching Lisa, his brow

okay?" he asks, his voice low. "I'm

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

they explain where they're

just the next block over. Go to the emergency and ask

I glance at Logan. "I have a few minutes; do you mind if

course," he says, his tone

""Who are you?"

me off guard, and the rawness in his voice strikes a chord. "Were you

same as Lisa and my

eyes go wide. "Wow, okay. I'm Lance's

sharing his secrets. But... he

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

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

time it's a bittersweet smile. "Sounds like you

a quiet confidence that's less swagger. "You look exactly like

"Is that a good thing

was... Lance. Irreverent, infuriating, but brilliant. You're softer. More..." I search for the right

but genuine.

you get here? To be CEO of the charities. We didn't even know

same talent as him with numbers and he was right. I love crunching them. He taught me so much."

""Yes."

said she was meeting the

she was perfect for the

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

like him," I say

she was...