Mistaken the CEO for My Husband

I opened my eyes, a dull hum from machines filling the room. My stomach hurt. For a second, I couldn't remember how I got here. Then, I remembered—the blood, the floor, the coldness as I begged for help. A nurse stood beside me, adjusting the IV in my arm. She glanced at me, clearly surprised I was awake. "How's my baby?" I asked quietly, the only thing that mattered right now. She froze, quickly averting her eyes. "Let me get the doctor," she muttered, rushing out of the room. Something wasn't right. The way she couldn't look at me. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, still sore but... empty. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. I was just overthinking. The doctor entered minutes later, clipboard in hand, wearing a serious expression. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "I'm sorry. The baby didn't survive. The trauma and blood loss were too much. We did everything we could." My world stopped. My brain refused to process it. "No," I whispered. "You're wrong. My baby's fine.

The driver opened the back seat door and bowed politely as I entered. I thanked him as I settled in, and Liam joined me soon after. I was finally discharged and going back home.The drive was long, and Liam stayed quiet for most of the journey. I tried striking up a conversation with him, but his replies were brief. I grew tired and eventually dozed off.I woke up when the car passed through the gates of a massive estate. My eyes widened as I stared at the imposing mansion before us. Several men in black suits stood outside, bowing as Liam exited the car."Do we really live here?" I asked, taking Liam's hand as he helped me out.He nodded, but I couldn't stop staring. What the hell did he do for a living? The number of men guarding the mansion told me Liam was no ordinary man.We walked toward the entrance, and the men parted to let us through."Welcome home, sir," one of them said.Liam nodded, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for something. We stepped inside, and I gasped.

Liam povThe first time I saw her, she was walking across the floor of a business networking event, her head held high exuding nothing but confidence with every step. Tessa.She hadn't noticed me. why would she? I was just one of many attendees that night. But for me, it was different. From the moment I saw her, I was captivated. She wasn't just beautiful; she was magnetic. The kind of woman who could make a room fade away without even trying.I had to know more. A little digging told me what I didn't want to hear—she was married. Not to someone in her league, though. No. Her husband was one of my employees, running a small, struggling branch of my company in the city. It didn't make sense. She was brilliance and light, and he...I clenched my fists at the memory. I told myself to let it go, but instead, my fascination turned into obsession. I watched from afar, learning every detail about her life. She didn't have a wedding. Just a piece of paper signing her life away. She rarely lef

Tessa/Emma’s POV After that day, Liam was gone for about a week. He would come home briefly, but always left before nightfall, claiming something urgent came up. I wouldn’t see him again until the next morning. I don’t know if he thought I was stupid, but it was as clear as day that those were just excuses to keep him from spending the night with me. I was pissed, of course. You could tell from miles away that even the staff started keeping their distance. “I just don’t get it,” I vented to Keller for the fiftieth time that morning, flinging my hand in the air. “What’s so difficult about sleeping next to your wife?” “You’re just overthinking it, ma’am. Liam is just a very busy man. This is normal,” Keller said, trying to calm me down. “No,” I said, and she sighed. “No one is that busy. He hasn’t even kissed me since I came back… or touched me… or…” I paused, noticing she was starting to get uncomfortable, so I cleared my throat. “My point is, something isn’t right.” “…

Tessa/Emma pov I had only been at the gala for ten minutes, and I was already regretting everything. Not because of Liam. No, his eyes had been on me the entire time. But because of her.The woman he couldn’t seem to stop talking to. She was annoyingly gorgeous—tall, blonde, the perfect picture of elegance. For some reason, she had been glued to Liam’s side all evening, laughing at everything he said, tilting her head in that coy, flirty way that made me want to roll my eyes. I should’ve known the dress wouldn’t be enough. They were talking about some business deal. So they were business partners, I scoffed silently, though my chest tightened at the thought of them spending most time together. As if to make things worse, they were laughing at some joke that wasn’t even funny and her hand lightly brushed his arm. I waited patiently, hoping Liam would introduce me into the conversation, but for some odd reason, he didn’t. I sighed, plastering a polite smile on my fac