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.

mysteries. "Well, Ms. Forbes, everything looks good now. No infections, no viruses, just a classic case of exhaustion and a little malnutrition. But," he pauses, giving me a careful look, "I do

myself, my gut telling me whatever he's about to say, I won't like it. "Hit

""You're pregnant."

kidding me?" I

I think I'm going to faint again. My monitor

calm, your heart rate and blood pressure just

"I choke out a laugh. "That can't be

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

Winona I'm pregnant with a child I've never

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

few shaky breaths and calm myself down. "Okay... I'm

even close to okay. But I'll

weeks according to the blood test hormone levels. You need to follow

ve

out. Ms. Forbes... Lisa, this is not just about you anymore....you

numbly. "Sure.

you are stable and have eaten,

"Thanks."

With Lance's baby. And now I think

all the shit in the world, this wasn't

stare at the ceiling, my mind racing. Motherhood? No. That's not me. love my carefree life. I'm supposed to be stepping into Lance's

an option, right?

just hand over Lance's

don't have

down notes and pats my arm gently. "Just relax. Here

in my hands. "What the actual fuck, Lance?" I whisper. "What

Winona. Her face is tight with concern, but there's something else- lingering in her eyes. I

of me, Lisa,"

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

down beside the bed, her gaze steady. "You weren't hallucinating," she says softly. "That was real.

blink at

shakes her head. "No. Logan.

falls open. "You're shitting