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.

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, giving me a careful look, "I

he's about to

""You're pregnant."

fucking kidding me?"

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

your heart rate and blood pressure

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

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

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

nausea, the exhaustion. I've been brushing it off as stress, but stress

shaky breaths and calm myself down. "Okay...

I'm not okay. Not even close to okay. But

around twelve weeks according to

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this is not just about you

numbly. "Sure. Got

stable and

"Thanks."

baby. And now

in the world,

No. That's not me. love my carefree life. I'm supposed to be stepping into

That's an option,

just hand over Lance's

have an

nurse finishes jotting down notes and pats my arm gently. "Just relax. Here are your sandwiches. Eat up. I'll

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

face is tight with concern, but there's something else- lingering in

scared the hell out of me, Lisa," she says, as she approaches

crazy because I swear it was Lance standing there. I'm fucking hallucinating

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

at

shakes her head. "No. Logan. Lance's

open.