CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Jamie was momentarily at a loss for words, her throat tight with emotion. Years ago, she had wronged Ben, and now, how could she possibly harm him to such an extent? Ben loomed over her, his intense, dark eyes locking onto her unsettled gaze.

"Or is it that even you can feel a twinge of guilt, a flicker of hesitation?" he pressed, his tone dripping with mockery.

Jamie forced a weak, sarcastic smile. "Ben, there's probably no one more heartless than me, right? If I had a soft heart, I wouldn't have left you for money back then."

Ben's pupils contracted sharply, as if her words had driven a knife through his chest. For so long, he had tried to bury that truth, deluding himself into forgetting, but it was laughable. She had moved on without a trace of remorse.

"You want me to let you go?" Ben braced his hands on the edge of the bed, leaning in closer. His eyes, once warm, now glinted with cold cruelty. "Forget it, Jamie. People need to pay a price to understand what they can and cannot do." Jamie's hands trembled slightly, and she almost spilled the hot water in her cup. She bit her lip and met his icy gaze, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"Is ruining your peaceful life to get revenge on me really worth it?"

"You give yourself too much credit," Ben replied coolly, his tone sharp and measured, like someone in total control.

Jamie said nothing. She lowered her head, sipping the warm water that soothed the burning pain in her throat. Ben tossed a packet of pills onto the bed. "Take them. Don't die here."

Jamie obediently swallowed the medicine. The bitter taste spread through her mouth, but she didn't care.

"You didn't have to take me in."

"If you died, who'd pay back what you owe?" Ben's sneer cut through the silence.

Jamie clenched her jaw, holding back her retort for a moment before murmuring, "I don't owe you anything, Ben. A clean break should've been enough."

She looked up at him, a pale, strained smile on her face, but the air in the room grew heavier.

Ben stared at her, his heart twisting with an emotion he couldn't place How could someone who had once loved him so deeply walk away so easily?

"Jamie, you're incredible," he muttered bitterly before turning on his heel to leave.

"Wait," Jamie called out weakly, her voice catching.

Ben hesitated but stopped, his figure silhouetted against the doorway. "Charlie..." Her voice cracked with a soft sob. "Have you found him?" Hearing the desperation in her voice, Ben's resolve faltered slightly. "Don't worry. I'll bring him back."

"Thank you," Jamie said earnestly, her eyes glistening with emotion.

If she only had one last wish, it was to see her son safe and sound. Nothing else mattered. Ben said nothing more and walked out, leaving Jamie alone in the quiet room.

As she lay back down, the silence around her felt oppressive, broken only by her uneven breathing. The fever made her body ache, as if needles were pricking her skin.

Even after adjusting to the discomfort, she couldn't rest peacefully. Her sleep was plagued by fragmented and vivid dreams.

She dreamed of her youth, full of

ambition and hope, of the days

when she graduated from conet

with a firm resolve to become a lawyer.

And in those dreams, she saw him again, the one person who would become both her greatest love and her most bitter rival.