CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Life is unpredictable. Every twist and turn happens in the blink of an eye, and fate had long chosen her path, forcing him to move forward relentlessly, unable to look back. "Jamie!"

She jolted awake, her eyes darting around in the haze, barely making out Ben's shadowy figure in the distance. She ran toward him, laughing softly as she teased, "Attorney Lucas, you're looking more and more impressive these days."

But Ben's expression didn't soften at her lighthearted remark. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he closed the distance between them. "Cut the act. How are you going to repay what you owe me?"

Jamie rubbed her temples. What was going on? Why did it feel like she had forgotten so much? Of course, they were strangers now. That was all they had become.

When she looked up again, Ben had his hand around her neck, veins bulging beneath his pale skin.

"How will you repay me?"

He advanced menacingly, his face twisted with fury. Jamie felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Ben, stay back! Don't come any closer!"

The nightmare consumed her entirely. Deep down, she knew it wasn't real, but she couldn't escape its clutches. Meanwhile, Ben stood beside her bed, his thin lips pressed into a firm line.

"Are you really that afraid of me? If you're so scared, then why did you leave me in the first place?"

Jamie didn't respond, her hands clutching her collar tightly, her body drenched in sweat, her face pale as a sheet.

Ben quickly realized something was wrong. He leaned down, gently tapping her cheek, his voice soft in a way that betrayed his usual demeanor. "Jamie, wake up. You're having a bad dream."

The moment his hand brushed her

skin, alarm bells went off in his mind. She was burning up. But how? She had just had a shot and taken her medication. How could the fever be back?

No matter how he called her name, she didn't respond. She only muttered weakly in her sleep, "Please... no... don't..."

She was like a fragile kitten, her barely audible pleas tugging at his heartstrings in a way he didn't want to acknowledge.

Out of options, Ben pulled out his phone and called Caleb.

"Hey, Ben, what now?" Caleb's voice was tinged with exhaustion. It was already late at night.

"I need your help. Now."

"Let me guess, your precious damsel is sick again?" Caleb joked, clearly in no rush.

He had seen her earlier. It was just a standard fever, nothing a little medication and a good sweat couldn't cure. What was the big deal?

"Stop joking: Something's not right

this time. Ben's gaze shifted back to

Jamie, her pain evident even in

sleep. His tone grew more serious.

"You have ten minutes to get here."

"Ben, I still need to get dressed. And unless I plan to break the speed limit, I can't make it in ten-"

"You now have nine minutes and fifty seconds."

"You tyrant." Caleb muttered a curse before hanging up abruptly.

Exactly ten minutes later, the roar of an engine echoed outside as Caleb's car screeched to a halt.

He rushed inside, barely catching his breath before Ben dragged him upstairs to the bedroom.

"Take a look at her. What's going on here? She's had the shot and taken the medication, but there's no improvement. If anything, it's worse. She's burning up, and I can't wake her. Ben's tone was edged with urgency.