MY CEO REGRETS: CHASING HIS HEIRESS WIFE.

YRA

eiling of the hospital, the antiseptic smell

rying and mourning, coupled with skipped meals, my system finally broke down and

onth in already!" Dr Paulin's voice bro

t I didn't even h

rom slipping down my cheeks w

ul grin on her face, my eye balls were already filled with tears

are as a result of the growth of the baby, would you like to confirm with the probe?" She

ng back finally poured down, as I saw the litt

ry my child, after years of waiting patiently

ow, you are finally goi

ear as I looked at the screen with joy, I just can't wai

my office, for some advice concerning your health and that of your baby." Dr Paulin said as she unplugged the devic

lowed Dr. Paulin blindly, my hand already resting protectively over my still-flat belly, a

tering the specifics, the news humming too loudly in my ears. I took the list of medicati

ital, the kind of nervousness that precedes life-altering

right when I was about to fasten my seat belt, with excitement I rushed my bag, 'could this be Lucian fina

r, as I read the heading of the re

rriage to Lucian. His dearest wish was for me to take hold as CEO of his company, b

eement: if my marriage failed within three

d. Who could have ever believed that our turbulent marriage wou

t my stomach. My heart sank, heavy and deep, as I tried to take in

the fairy tale I'd imagined, ofte

Today marked our three-year anniversary, and with this inc

g a hold of myself, I swiftly pulled o

lled me down; on my left, the bottle of chilled champagne I'd picked up downhill was heavy. I was bent and off-balan

he word, immediately my mouth paused and everything seemed to be in sl

the sofa, and Aryan, my best friend, draped across him, her face nestled against his neck.

nd. The cake, the bag, the bottle, everything I held, crashed to the polished fl

mess, unable to process anything beyond the nak

Aryan spat, her tone harsh and alien, nothin

h to the gut. The air was thick with the weight of their betrayal, heavy enough to choke

at on me. Where are you coming from?" he demanded,

out, Lucian? I just got

ink I'm a fool?" Lucian spat, flicking several photos toward the coffee table. They showe

culated cruelty. "This is obviously not me. It's a setup, Lucian. You have been

overing up for you. So I'm sorry about that." Aryan said, wrapping an arm aroun

om Lucian to Aryan, the name I had alm

e were friends! Since childhood! How could you do this

n stayed because he loved you? Please stop all that. News flash: t

f intimacy was the timeline. Papa's ridiculous three-year ultimatum. Now he's dead, and

n and huge in my mouth. I took a

I was going to tell him the

eplaced by a surge of white-hot fury. My fingers cl

t the devastation, and the sudden realization of its timing was a cruel twist of the knife. I looked

ilot, carrying me past the shatte

e other, leaving the house, the anniversary, and the horrific scene behind