The CEO's Secret Son and His Doctor Wife

ix weeks. I placed a hand on my still-flat stomach, a single, hot tear slipping from the corner of my eye. This

, a familiar silhouette made me freeze. I ducked behind

Cleveland, who was sobbing into his chest. He was murmuring words of comfort, his exp

ied down the hall. "Do you t

sts me completely." It was a careless statement that revealed e

ssed, her voice laced with a desperate ambition.

hint of steel in his tone. "Elana

caught in

ce softer now, tinged with what sounded like gui

y direction. For a split second, her gaze met mine. There was no surprise in her eyes, on

oppable. He didn't want to divorce me out of guilt, but he would never give up his other family. What d

. In sickness and in health. He had said th

eavy but sure. This toxic, fractured l

and scheduled an appo

calle

ng split down the middle. Everything I am entitled to." Ayla was stunned. In her

parking lot when my phone rang. It was

ffice. Listen, tonight is the company's big anniversary gal

y lips. "Okay," I said, the wor

nd, relieved by my lack of questi

eep, chilling premonition. He had no idea what was coming. He felt a sense of unease, a

dea it was