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.

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 have

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

""You're pregnant."

kidding me?"

goes cold. I think I'm going to faint again. My monitor beeps and the nurse pushes

blood pressure just spiked," the nurse

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

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

a child I've never wanted when she's just lost her

I've been brushing it off as stress, but stress doesn't come with morning sickness and a

few shaky breaths and calm

okay. But I'll never get

confidential as per your request," he says. "It's early, around twelve weeks according to the blood test hormone levels. You need to follow up with an OB-GYN soon.

ve

Ms. Forbes... Lisa, this is not

nod numbly.

stable and have

"Thanks."

And now I think I'm

shit in the world, this wasn't

my carefree life. I'm supposed to be stepping

That's an option,

can I really just hand over Lance's

have an

"Just relax. Here are your sandwiches. Eat up. I'll be back with discharge papers

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

curtain moves again and this time it's Winona. Her face is tight with concern, but there's something else- lingering in her eyes. I hope she never overheard what

out of me, Lisa," she says,

must be going crazy because I

the bed, her gaze steady. "You weren't

blink at her.

head. "No. Logan. Lance's identical

open.