Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

(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."noveldrama

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.

He checks my chart, flipping through it like it holds 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, giving me a careful look, "I do have some news you might not have expected."

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

""You're pregnant."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I sit bolt upright.

His words slap me harder than the office floor did. My whole body goes cold. I think I'm going to faint again. My monitor beeps and the nurse pushes me back onto the pillow.

"Stay calm, your heart rate and blood pressure just spiked," the nurse adds.

"No. No, that's "I choke out a laugh. "That can't be right. Pregnancy? Are you sure?"

"Positive, Ms. Forbes."

"This has to stay confidential." How can I tell Winona I'm pregnant with a child I've never wanted when she's just lost her baby boy? I can't.

Deep down, it all makes sense. 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 carefully.

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

But I'm not okay. Not even close to okay. But I'll never get out of here unless I'm calm.

"We'll keep your results 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. Especially

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considering you've passed out. Ms. Forbes... Lisa, this is not just about you anymore....you understand?"

I nod numbly. "Sure. Got it."

"Once you are stable and have eaten, you can go."

"Thanks."

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

Of all the shit in the world, this wasn't supposed to happen.

I 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 business world, not carrying his legacy inside me

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Adoption. That's an option, right? Maybe...

But can I really just hand over Lance's baby to someone else?

I don't have an answer.

The nurse finishes jotting down notes and pats my arm gently. "Just relax. Here are your sandwiches. Eat up. I'll be back with discharge papers shortly."

The moment they leave, I bury my face in my hands. "What the actual fuck, Lance?" I whisper. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Before I can spiral any further, the 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 the doctor said.

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

I let out a weak laugh. "Join the club. I must be going crazy because I swear it was Lance standing there. I'm fucking hallucinating or something..."

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

I blink at her. "Lance?"

She shakes her head. "No. Logan. Lance's identical twin."

My mouth falls open. "You're shitting me."

Can this day actually get any more ridiculous?

Winona sighs. "I wish I was. He's Lance's twin brother, Lisa. Lance found him about a year ago, and-" she hesitates. "He never told us. Not me, not Jayden... not you."

I swallow hard, trying to process. "A twin not some kind of sick fever dream?"

"Nope." Winona's lips press together. "Logan Bennett. Lance set this all up, Lisa."

My chest tightens. "Why wouldn't he tell us?"

Winona's eyes soften. "You know Lance. He loved surprises. Maybe he thought it'd be easier this way."

I

groan

and flop back onto the

pillows. "You're telling me I'm stuck

with a carbon copy of my

ex-whatever while trying to run his damngharities?" Not to mention being pregnant with his child

Winona shrugs. "I guess so."

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I squeeze my eyes shut. "This is some twisted cosmic joke."

I take a bite of the sandwiches I have to eat.

Winona pats my hand. "We'll figure it out."

But there's more to figure out than just Logan.

There's a whole life growing inside me.