His Heiress Ex-Wife Has His Twins

"You're running out of time, Miss Stewart." Becky Stewart's world came crashing down around her as she sat in Dr. Thompson's office, the words "You're running out of time, Miss Stewart" hanging in the air like a challenge. The fluorescent lights above seemed to flicker with an otherworldly intensity, casting an eerie glow on the somber expression of the doctor's face. "What do you mean?" Becky asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to sound calm, but her hands were shaking in her lap, betraying her growing unease. Dr. Thompson leaned forward, his eyes filled with a deep concern. "Your heart is failing, Becky. We need to act fast. A transplant is your best option, but we need to move quickly." The words felt like a punch to the gut, leaving Becky breathless and disoriented. A transplant? That sounded like a death sentence. She thought of all the people she'd seen waiting for transplants, the long lists, the uncertainty. She didn't want to be one of them. "How l

The next day, Becky woke up feeling anxious and uncertain. William hadn't come home the night before, and she had been trying to reach him all morning. She had left him multiple voicemails and text messages, but he hadn't responded. She tried calling him again, but it went straight to voicemail. Becky sighed and threw her phone onto the bed. She was starting to feel worried and frustrated. Where was William, and why wasn't he answering her calls? She glanced at the clock and remembered that they were supposed to attend the Met Gala tonight. Maybe William would be there, and they could talk. She decided to focus on getting ready for the event and hoped that William would be there to talk things through. Becky walked over to her wardrobe and began searching for a dress to wear to the gala. As she browsed through her collection, her eyes landed on a stunning gown that William had bought for her on their second wedding anniversary. It was a beautiful, strapless red dress that hugg

Becky's anger and sadness boiled over as she stood alone in the room, her body shaking with sobs. She cried bitterly, her heart heavy with the weight of William's betrayal. But as she stood there, she suddenly stopped crying and took a deep breath. She couldn't let anyone see her like this, weak and broken. She cleaned her face, wiping away her tears and trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be strong, to put on a brave face and pretend that everything was okay. But deep down, she was seething with anger and hurt. As she made her way back to the event, Becky's determination grew. She wasn't going to let William get away with this without a fight. She was going to make him regret the day he ever decided to leave her for someone else. When she arrived back at the gala, Becky scanned the room, her eyes locking onto William and Ellen. They were standing together, laughing and chatting with some famous men and women. Ellen was touching William's chest, and he was smiling d

As Becky listened to Ellen's gloating, she felt a surge of determination. She wasn't going to let Ellen get the best of her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, thinking of a plan. "Well, congratulations again, Ellen," Becky said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "I'm sure you'll be very happy with William." Ellen's laughter continued, and Becky could sense her satisfaction. "Oh, I will be," Ellen said. "I'll make sure of it." Becky's eyes narrowed as she listened to Ellen's words. She knew that Ellen was trying to get under her skin, but she wasn't going to let her succeed. "Well, I should go," Becky said, trying to sound uninterested. "It was nice talking to you, Ellen." Ellen's laughter stopped, and Becky could sense a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Oh, don't go just yet, Becky," Ellen said. "I wasn't finished talking to you." Becky's instincts told her to hang up the phone, but she decided to see what Ellen wanted. "What else do you want to say?

Becky followed her supervisor, Ms. Patel, to her new workstation. Ms. Patel introduced her to her team and explained her job responsibilities. As she listened intently, trying to absorb as much information as possible, Ms. Patel handed her a thick manual and told her to review it before starting her tasks. Just as she was about to begin, the office fell silent, and everyone rose to their feet. Becky looked up to see William standing in the doorway, his commanding presence filling the room. He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a confident stride. His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on her, he locked gazes with her, his expression unreadable. As he strode towards her, the employees parted, greeting him with a chorus of "Good morning, sir." Ms. Patel curtsied slightly, her voice formal. "Good morning, sir. Can I help you with something?" William's gaze never left Becky's face as he asked, "Who is she?" Ms. Patel looked at Becky nervously before