The Billionaire's Missing Wife

The Billionaire's Missing Wife

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Heiress and artist Heather Presley-Hale is deeply in love with her ruthless but loving husband, Sebastian Hale, the newly appointed CEO of Hale Industries. But when tragedy caused them to be separated along with their kids, fate tries to find a way to bring them back. Will Sebastian and Heather be able to rekindle their lost love or will Heather stay hidden and live under the identity of Claire Smith a loving wife to an abusive husband, Marcus Smith, and a mother to Hunter Smith

Chapter 1 Sick

A woman wrapped in thick layers of bandages and a sore body woke up after weeks in a coma. She heard the cries of a baby on the side and the sound of a man calling on to the medical staff to enter.

"She's awake! My fiancee, she's awake!" He called out.

"Heather!" He cried but the woman lying on the bed couldn't hear his words clearly. "Claire?" He tried once again.

She closed her eyes once more feeling disoriented. She couldn't remember anything, she didn't know who the man was and she couldn't recognize her surroundings.

When she woke up for the second time a team of doctors was in her ward explaining what had happened.

"You were in an accident and experienced a stroke that caused memory loss during labor. We are not sure how long before you can regain your memories." The man in a white coat and thick glasses explained with a CT scan of her brain.

Once they left the woman was puzzled and clueless. She didn't know who the people in her room were but she knew she needed to trust them.

"Don't think too much sweetheart. You'll get your memories back." Marcus said as he pour a glass of warm water for her.

"What's my name?"

"Your name is Claire, 26 and I'm Marcus Smith your fiance." Claire's eyes landed on the baby in an acrylic crib on the side who was quietly speaking.

"That is our baby boy. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before we name him. Do you want to see him?" She paused for a while and only stared blankly at the baby before she nodded a little signaling Marcus to carry the baby in his arms. He then handed her the tiny human who was peacefully awake, his head covered with a baby blue knitted bonnet.

"He's beautiful," Claire whispered. He had the most beautiful set of blue eyes, far from the brown eyes the man who claimed as his father has.

She may not remember the time she was pregnant with him but she already knows she loves him. What brings her doubt is that she doesn't know if she should trust Marcus or not.

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Sitting down on her stool, Heather Presley stared at the white canvas waiting for it to paint itself. Her mind swirled around thinking about her loveless marriage with her husband Sebastian Hale. She wasn't like this before as she always focused on doing her commissioned work.

Ever since she was a teenager, her paintings were already selling thousands to millions of dollars, she was a protege. Bright, rich, and beautiful. Women her age envied her lavish life, while bachelor's flew from around the world to ask for her hand in marriage. But she only had her heart for Sebastian who eventually became her husband.

As much as she wished for things to be better and for him to be able to accept her, he was never able to bring himself to.

"Earth to Heather!" A tall handsome man with curly brown hair and a thick Latino accent called onto her snapping her out of her trance.

"Oh, Fabio do you need anything?" Heather said mindlessly. Fabio is a sculptor and instructor in Presley Art Studio and holds sculpting classes there as well. He works closely with Heather, who owns the studio located in Hale Industries headquarters.

He stared into her sickly face worriedly asking, "You look quite pale, are you sure you're good to work today?" Heather moved back a little when he brushed her face with his rough hands.

"It's nothing!" She brushed off, "I haven't been able to sleep well lately. A good night's rest would cure this up." It was the truth as she wasn't able to sleep last night, racking her brains about her impending divorce from Sebastian Hale.

Last night when she got home a little early, she decided to tidy up Sebastian's study where she saw the draft of the divorce papers. Her heart was crushed to pieces but she didn't cry as she had expected it all the while. 'He's never going to love me,' she said to herself and she prepared herself. But no amount of preparation can actually ease the pain and disappointment she was feeling.

Not feeling quite well, she felt the need to throw up and ran straight to the bathroom where she bawled her stomach out. After a few minutes, she settled down on the ground feeling the vibration of her phone in her pockets.

'A new cycle is about to start, don't forget to log your period'

Her brows frowned realizing the possibility but decided to throw it under the rug.

"That's impossible, Sebastian and I only did it once." She said to herself. She stood up rejecting the idea and concluded that her period may be coming soon, but her body has been sending her different signals throughout the day and caused her to topple a little, luckily she quickly caught her footing.

After that, she went back to her seat and started mixing the colors for her painting. Suppressing her dizziness she went about her day normally until it was time to get off.

Driving herself home, though hesitant she dropped by at a nearby pharmacy to buy some testing kits just to ease her anxiety.

'I can't be pregnant' she whispered to herself multiple times over until she reached the mansion she shares with Sebastian and parked her Jeep in the garage.

As expected, Sebastian wasn't home yet. They didn't have any stay-in housekeepers or cooks so she had to make supper for herself. She found a few packs of pasta and picked out a fresh tomato from the garden. There weren't many stocks in the house as the couple merely do the groceries or take their meals together. They mostly see each other when it was time to sleep.

After dinner, she cleaned up and went straight to her room. After doing her skincare, she opened the packet and laid down the contents on the counter.

As it was her first time she read over the directions before doing the test. She paced back and forth waiting for a good 3 minutes before the results popped out.

"Sh*t"

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