ACCIDENTALLY YOURS

The day before her wedding, Olive Bennett couldn't contain her excitement. Her white lace wedding gown hung neatly on the closet door, and her veil lay folded on the bed. Everything she had ever dreamed of was about to come true-marrying Frank, the man she had loved for six years, in front of friends and family.

She glanced at the clock. Delilah, her stepsister, was supposed to help her with last-minute wedding details, but she was late, as usual. Olive sighed and decided to make herself some tea.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. As she stirred honey into her tea, Olive's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. It was Frank.

"Hey, babe," she answered cheerfully.

"Hey, I left my cufflinks at your place," Frank said. "Mind if I swing by and grab them?"

Olive smiled. "Sure. They're in the bedroom drawer. I'll leave the door unlocked."

"Thanks. I'll be there in ten."

Olive decided to take a quick shower before Frank arrived. She left her phone on the counter and headed to the bathroom, humming softly to herself.

After her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back into the living room. She froze when she noticed the door slightly ajar.

"Frank?" she called out.

There was no response. Curious, Olive tiptoed toward the bedroom. As she reached the doorway, she heard hushed whispers and soft laughter.

Her heart dropped.

She pushed the door open. What she saw made her stomach churn.

Frank was shirtless, his arms around Delilah, who was sitting on the edge of Olive's bed. Delilah's golden hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned into him, her lips brushing his neck.

Olive gasped audibly, and both of them turned toward her.

"Olive!" Frank exclaimed, quickly pulling away from Diana. "This isn't what it looks like!"

Delilah, however, didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked and adjusted her hair. "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, dear sister."

Olive's chest tightened, and her hands shook as anger and disbelief coursed through her. "Frank... how could you?"

"Olive, let me explain," Frank stammered, grabbing his shirt. "This-this is a mistake!"

"A mistake?" Olive's voice rose, her face flushed with fury. "You're in my bed with my stepsister the day before our wedding, and you call it a mistake?"

Delilah laughed, her tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, Olive, don't be so dramatic. Frank just needed someone who could actually satisfy him."

The words hit Olive like a slap. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

"You've hated me your entire life," Olive said, her voice trembling. "But this? This is low, even for you."

Delilah stood up, her smirk widening. "Oh, honey, I'm just getting started."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "By the way, I found this in your kitchen. Care to explain?"

She held up Olive's pregnancy test results.

Olive stared at the paper in Diana's hand, her mind racing. How had she even found it?

"Where did you get that?" Olive demanded, her voice shaking.

Delilah waved the paper mockingly. "It was right there on the counter. Tsk, tsk, Olive. Pregnant? And you didn't even tell Frank?"

Frank's face turned red with anger. He snatched the paper from Diana and scanned it quickly. His eyes narrowed as he turned to Olive.

"You're pregnant?" he asked, his voice cold and accusing. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

"It's not what you think," Olive said, her voice breaking. "I just found out today, and I don't even know how-"

"Don't lie to me!" Frank roared. "If it's not mine, whose is it?"

Tears streamed down Olive's face as she shook her head. "I don't know! I swear, I don't know how this happened!"

Delilah crossed her arms, a satisfied smile on her face. "Looks like your perfect little world is crumbling, Olive. What a shame."

Olive couldn't take it anymore. The betrayal, the accusations, the smug look on Diana's face-it was too much. She grabbed her engagement ring and ripped it off her finger.

"It's over, Frank," she said, throwing the ring at him. "I never want to see you again."

Frank looked stunned but said nothing.

Turning to Delilah, Olive's voice was icy. "Congratulations. You've finally managed to destroy everything. I hope it was worth it."

Delilah just laughed, her tone filled with mockery. "Oh, Olive, you'll thank me one day. Frank deserves someone who can give him what he needs."

Olive clenched her fists, her body trembling with rage and heartbreak. Without another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Back in the living room, Olive collapsed onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Her chest heaved as sobs wracked her body. How had her life fallen apart in a matter of hours?

The man she loved had betrayed her with the one person she trusted least in the world. And now, she was pregnant-with no explanation for how it had happened.

Her phone buzzed on the table, but she ignored it. She couldn't deal with anyone or anything right now.

For the first time in her life, Olive felt truly alone.

The following morning, Olive woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the coffee table. She had fallen asleep on the couch, her face streaked with dried tears. Her eyes burned, and her head throbbed as she groggily reached for the phone.

A flood of messages and missed calls greeted her. Most were from concerned friends and family checking on last-minute wedding details. But there was one from Frank, and just seeing his name made her stomach churn.

We need to talk. Call me.

Olive stared at the message, her heart heavy with anger and pain. What more was there to say? She had seen everything she needed to. She tossed the phone aside and sank back into the couch, burying her face in her hands.

The betrayal was still fresh, the memory of Frank and Diana together replaying in her mind like a broken record. Delilah's smirk, her mocking words, and the damning pregnancy test result-all of it left Olive feeling raw and exposed.

Olive decided she couldn't stay in the apartment any longer. Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of Frank-the photos on the walls, the gifts he had given her, the plans they had made.

"I need to get out of here," she muttered to herself, standing up.

She began packing a suitcase with no clear destination in mind. All she knew was that she needed to be far away from the chaos, from the wedding that would never happen, and from the people who had shattered her trust.

As she packed, her mind raced with questions about the pregnancy. How was it even possible? Could the hospital have made a mistake? And if not, then what?

She shoved her clothes into the suitcase, frustration bubbling inside her. Just as she zipped it up, there was a loud knock at the door.

Olive froze. She wasn't expecting anyone. Her heart pounded as the knocking grew louder.

"Olive, open the door!" Frank's voice called out.

Her chest tightened. She didn't want to face him, but she couldn't ignore him either. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door and opened it just enough to see him.

Frank stood there, looking disheveled and desperate. His tie was undone, and his usually neat hair was a mess.

"Can we talk?" he pleaded, his voice softer now.

Olive hesitated before opening the door fully. "What do you want, Frank?" she asked, her tone cold.

He stepped inside, glancing at the packed suitcase by the couch. "You're leaving?"

"What does it look like?" she snapped.

Frank ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "Olive, I made a mistake. I-"

"You think calling it a mistake makes it better?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "You betrayed me, Frank. With my stepsister, of all people!"

Frank opened his mouth to speak, but Olive held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses."

Frank's eyes drifted to the coffee table, where a copy of the pregnancy test results lay. He picked it up and held it up to her.

"You're really pregnant?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Olive crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Yes. And I don't know how, because I've never been with anyone."

Frank's brow furrowed. "How is that even possible? Are you lying to me?"

"Lying to you?" Olive laughed bitterly. "You're the one who's been lying, Frank. You and Diana."

Frank shook his head, his frustration mounting. "I deserve answers, Olive. If you're pregnant, I have a right to know what's going on."

"You lost any right to know the moment you betrayed me," she shot back, her voice shaking with anger.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved pain.

As if on cue, the door swung open, and Delilah waltzed in, her heels clicking against the floor.

"Did someone say my name?" she said with a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Olive's hands balled into fists at her sides. "What are you doing here?"

Delilah sauntered over to Frank, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Just checking on my dear sister. I heard she's planning to run away."

Olive glared at her. "I don't have time for your games, Diana. Get out."

Delilah laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Oh, Olive, you're always so dramatic. You should be thanking me. I've saved you from a marriage that clearly wasn't meant to be."

Olive's voice was icy. "You're delusional if you think I'll ever forgive you for this."

Delilah shrugged, unbothered by Olive's anger. She turned to Frank. "Have you told her yet?"

"Told me what?" Olive asked, her eyes narrowing.

Frank hesitated, avoiding Olive's gaze. Delilah, however, was more than happy to spill the beans.

"Frank's decided to take legal action," Delilah said, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "He's going to sue you for wasting his time in courtship."

Olive's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" she asked, looking at Frank.

He finally met her eyes, guilt flickering across his face. "You've been hiding things from me, Olive. I have a right to protect myself."

Olive let out a bitter laugh. "You're suing me? After everything you've done? You're unbelievable."

Delillah leaned closer to Olive, her voice low and taunting. "Face it, Olive. You've lost. Frank doesn't want you anymore, and you're about to be the laughingstock of everyone you know."

Olive's vision blurred with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Get out," she said through gritted teeth.

Frank hesitated, but Diana grabbed his arm. "Come on, Frank. Let's leave the poor girl to her misery."

As the door slammed shut behind them, Olive sank onto the couch, her body trembling. She felt broken, betrayed, and utterly alone. But as the minutes passed, a new resolve began to build within her.

She wouldn't let Frank and Diana destroy her. She wouldn't let them define her story.

Wiping her tears, Olive stood up and grabbed her suitcase. She didn't know where she was going yet, but one thing was certain: she was leaving this town and its toxic memories behind.

Her journey was just beginning, and she was determined to reclaim her life, no matter what it took.

Olive adjusted the strap of her suitcase as she maneuvered through the crowded airport. The din of announcements over the intercom and the bustling of passengers filled the air. Her chest felt heavy, weighed down by the betrayal and heartbreak that had unraveled her life in just a matter of hours. Each step felt like she was leaving behind the fragments of a dream she had clung to for years-a life with Frank, a family she thought she could trust. But that dream was dead now, and she had to move forward.

She gripped her boarding pass tightly, as if it were her lifeline. Her destination was New York City. It wasn't a place she'd dreamed of living, but it was far enough from the chaos she was escaping. It was a city big enough to lose herself in, to start over without the judgmental stares and whispered rumors that would undoubtedly follow her back home.

Olive inhaled deeply as she stopped at a coffee counter to order something warm. The sleepless night had drained her, leaving her jittery and emotionally frayed. As she picked up her cup and turned, she collided with someone.

Hot coffee splashed onto the floor, and her cup slipped from her hands.

"Watch where you're going!" a deep, commanding voice barked.

Olive froze, startled. She looked up to find a tall man glaring down at her, brushing his suit jacket with an expression of irritation. He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features, piercing blue-gray eyes, and an aura of power that seemed to draw everyone's attention. But his words were anything but charming.

"I'm sorry," Olive managed, bending to pick up her fallen cup.

"Sorry doesn't fix my suit," the man snapped, still brushing at the fabric. "Do you have any idea how much this costs?"

Olive's initial embarrassment quickly gave way to indignation. She stood up straight, meeting his glare.

"It was an accident," she said, her tone sharper now. "And for the record, you ran into me. Maybe if you weren't so busy looking down your nose at everyone, you'd have seen me."

The man's eyes narrowed, clearly not used to being spoken to that way. "Typical," he said coldly. "Throwing yourself around, hoping someone like me will take notice. I know your type."

Olive's mouth fell open in shock. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he said dismissively.

Olive clenched her fists, anger bubbling up inside her. "Listen, Mr. Man in Suit, I don't know what kind of women you're used to, but I'm not one of them. So, take your judgmental attitude and shove it."

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by her outburst. "I don't have time for this," he said, turning on his heel and walking away without another word.

Olive watched him go, her heart racing with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What a jerk," she muttered under her breath.

She had no idea that the man she had just clashed with was Raymond Stone-the billionaire whose sperm had been mistakenly infused in her

Raymond Stone was not having a good day. His private jet had just landed in Chicago, and his phone was already buzzing with messages from his legal team and the hospital.

The news he'd received earlier that day was still sinking in. The fertility clinic he had entrusted with one of the most important tasks of his life had made a catastrophic error.

"How does this even happen?" Raymond muttered to himself as he walked briskly through the terminal, ignoring the stares he attracted.

He had come to Chicago to confront the hospital staff in person. He wanted answers, and he wanted them immediately.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, he was seething with frustration. Dr. Harris, the head of the fertility clinic, was waiting for him in a private conference room, looking pale and nervous.

"Mr. Stone," Dr. Harris began, his voice trembling slightly, "we deeply regret the error-"

"Spare me your apologies," Raymond interrupted, his tone icy. "I want to know exactly how this happened. How did someone else end up being inseminated with my sperm instead of the surrogate I hired?"

Dr. Harris adjusted his glasses, clearly uncomfortable under Raymond's intense gaze. "There was... a mix-up with the names. Two women named Olive were at the clinic that day. When we called for Miss Olive, the wrong one came forward. Our staff assumed she was the surrogate and proceeded with the procedure."

Raymond's jaw tightened. "You're telling me that your staff didn't bother to double-check? You've just allowed some random woman to carry my child because of a name mix-up?"

Dr. Harris looked down at his hands. "It's an unprecedented mistake, Mr. Stone. We are taking every step to locate the woman and rectify the situation."

"Rectify the situation?" Raymond repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You can't undo this. That woman is carrying my child. Do you even understand the gravity of what you've done?"

Dr. Harris nodded quickly. "We understand, sir. We're doing everything we can to contact her and bring her back here."

Raymond leaned forward, his hands flat on the table. "You'd better find her, and fast. If anything happens to that child, I will hold this hospital responsible. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Dr. Harris said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Raymond straightened and adjusted his suit jacket, his expression still thunderous. "Keep me updated. I want her found immediately."

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Olive's flight to New York was uneventful, but her mind was anything but calm. She couldn't stop thinking about the events of the past few days-the betrayal, the pregnancy test results, the rude stranger at the airport. Everything felt surreal, like she was living someone else's life.

When the plane landed, she collected her luggage and stepped out into the bustling city. The noise, the energy, and the sheer size of New York were overwhelming, but Olive was determined to make it her new home.

She hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of a small hotel she had booked for the next few days. As the cab weaved through traffic, Olive stared out the window, her thoughts racing.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself. She still hadn't fully processed the pregnancy. How was it even possible? She had never been with anyone, and yet the test results were clear.

A part of her wanted to go back to the hospital and demand answers, but another part of her was too afraid of what she might find.

By the time she reached the hotel, Olive was exhausted. She checked in, carried her suitcase up to her room, and collapsed onto the bed.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. But as sleep began to take over, one thought lingered in her mind.

Who was the father of her child?