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.

the answers to all of life's 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,

gut telling me whatever he's about to say, I

""You're pregnant."

you fucking kidding me?" I

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

heart rate and blood pressure just spiked,"

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

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

to stay confidential." How can I tell Winona I'm pregnant with a child I've never

sense. The nausea, the exhaustion. I've been brushing it off as stress, but stress doesn't come with

few shaky breaths and calm myself

But I'll never get out of here unless I'm

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

ve

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

nod numbly. "Sure. Got

you are stable and have

"Thanks."

Lance's baby. And now

all the shit in the world, this wasn't

carefree life. I'm

That's an

I really just hand over Lance's baby

have

notes and pats my arm gently. "Just relax. Here are your sandwiches. Eat up.

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

it's Winona. Her face is tight with concern, but there's something else- lingering in her eyes. I hope she never overheard what the

out of me, Lisa," she says,

a weak laugh. "Join the club. I must be going crazy because I swear

steady. "You weren't hallucinating," she says softly. "That was

blink at

head. "No. Logan. Lance's

mouth falls open. "You're