Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

525 Checking in on Reality

(Lisa)

The lights are too bright, the sheets too crisp, and everything feels weird. I blink slowly, my head pounding. My mouth tastes like I've been chewing cotton balls for breakfast. Where the hell am I?

Then it hits me. The office. The meeting. Lance.

I sit up too fast, and the room spins like I'm on some twisted carnival ride. I feel something in my arm and see an IV. There are monitors and things stuck on me. Shit, I'm in a hospital.

A groan slips out before I can stop it, and suddenly there's a nurse by my side, her face all sympathy and no-nonsense professionalism.

"Easy now," she says, pressing a cool hand to my wrist. "You fainted, remember? You weren't responsive for a while. But the drip has done its job."

Fainted? Right. That's what normal people do when they think they've seen their dead ex-lover casually standing in a boardroom like it's just another Tuesday.

"Okay... fainted," I mumble, rubbing my temples. "Great. That's just... fantastic."

The nurse offers me a small smile. "Your bloods all came back fine. Dehydration and a lack of proper nutrition likely caused your fainting spell. When was the last time you ate?"

"Ahhh, well, yesterday, lunch... or maybe it was breakfast. Stress eating isn't exactly my thing," I mutter. "More like stress not-eating." And stress seeing-ghosts.

She hands me a bottle of water. "I'll get you some sandwiches. Try to drink some water."

"I can't eat sandwiches."

"If you want to get discharged, you'll have to. Get your strength back."

Strength? Who has time for that when you're apparently hallucinating ghosts?

I take a sip from the water bottle, the cool liquid easing the dryness in my throat. "Okay. Sandwiches it is." I need to get out of here. "How did I get here?"

The nurse tilts her head. "Ambulance. Your friend Winona is waiting out there. But you'll have to see the doctor before anyone can come in here with you."

I nod and as if on cue, the curtain pulls sideways and in walks a doctor, all white coat and efficiency. "Lisa Forbes, right?"

I nod weakly.

through it like it holds the answers to all of life's mysteries. "Well, Ms. Forbes, everything looks good now. No infections, no viruses, just a

whatever he's about to say, I won't like it.

""You're pregnant."

me?" I sit

harder than the office floor did. My whole body goes cold. I think I'm going to faint again. My monitor beeps and

and blood pressure just

out a laugh. "That can't be right. Pregnancy? Are you

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

How can I tell Winona I'm pregnant with a child I've never wanted when she's just lost her baby boy?

nausea, the exhaustion. I've been brushing it off as stress, but stress doesn't come with morning sickness and a sudden aversion to

few shaky breaths and calm myself down.

not okay. Not even close to okay. But I'll never

according to the

ve

you've passed out. Ms. Forbes... Lisa, this

nod numbly. "Sure.

are stable and

"Thanks."

With Lance's baby. And now I

the

me. love my carefree life. I'm

an option,

I really just hand over Lance's

don't have

gently. "Just relax. Here are

I bury my face in my hands. "What the actual fuck, Lance?" I whisper. "What am I supposed to do with

further, the curtain moves again and this time it's Winona. Her face is tight with concern,

scared the hell out of me, Lisa,"

going crazy because I

her gaze steady. "You weren't hallucinating," she says softly. "That was real. He's

at

"No.

open. "You're