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.

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

my gut telling me whatever he's about

""You're pregnant."

kidding me?" I sit

harder than the office floor did. My whole body goes cold. I think I'm

rate and blood pressure

No, that's "I choke out a laugh. "That can't be

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

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

off as stress, but stress doesn't

take a few shaky breaths and calm myself down.

to okay. But I'll

early, around twelve weeks according to the blood test

ve

passed out. Ms. Forbes... Lisa, this

nod numbly. "Sure. Got

are stable and have eaten,

"Thanks."

With Lance's baby. And now I think I'm seeing

the world, this wasn't supposed

That's not me. love my carefree life. I'm supposed to be stepping into Lance's business world, not carrying his legacy inside

an

really just hand over Lance's baby

have an

pats my arm gently. "Just relax. Here are your sandwiches. Eat up. I'll

the actual fuck, Lance?" I whisper. "What

and this time it's Winona. Her face is tight with concern, but there's something else- lingering

me, Lisa," she

"Join the club. I must be going crazy because I swear it was Lance standing there. I'm

down beside the bed, her gaze steady. "You weren't hallucinating," she

blink at

head. "No. Logan. Lance's identical

open. "You're shitting