Baby for Mr CEO

Alice

I lay on the hospital bed, anxiously waiting for the doctor's verdict. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brown," he said gently. "But you are not pregnant. Those are just symptoms of stress, and I advise you to take a rest from work."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

"But... did you find anything wrong with me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Is there anything wrong with me? Why can't I get pregnant?"

"You're alright, Mrs. Brown," he said, his tone sympathetic. "We've checked, and your body is quite okay. We don't know the reason why you're unable to get pregnant, but I advise you to bring your husband in for a check-up, just in case."

My thoughts swirled as I processed the doctor's words. I wondered what my husband's reaction would be. Would he want to do it? Would he even care?

Lately, I'd noticed a change in his behavior, and it filled me with worry. We were three years into our marriage, and this sudden shift was unsettling, leaving me feeling sad and uncertain.

I still needed to persuade him to get checked, but the thought of confronting him made my stomach twist into knots.

"Did you hear what I said, Mrs. Brown?" he asked, breaking my thoughts.

"I will convince my husband to get checked," I said, nodding my head.

The doctor smiled and replied, "Yes, please do. I'll be awaiting your return with your husband."

I nodded, feeling grateful. "Okay, thank you." With that, I stood up and walked out of his office.

As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I decided to check my ovulation calendar. I remembered downloading an app to track my cycles, and I quickly pulled it up. As I scrolled through the screens, I realized that I was actually ovulating today.

A surge of hope filled my chest. This could be our chance. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a text to my husband.

"Hey, I just checked my ovulation calendar, and I'm ovulating today. How about we try tonight?" I typed.

I set my phone aside and hailed a taxi, which picked me up and drove me away.

Eventually, I got home, and as soon as I pushed the door open, I heard an unsettling noise. At first, I froze, wondering what it could be. But as the sound continued, my curiosity turned to alarm. I cautiously approached the source of the noise, my heart racing with every step.

I could finally decipher the sound. It was unmistakably a pleasurable moan, and its unashamed loudness made my ears ache.

My eyes widened in horror as I pushed the bedroom door open. What I saw made my blood run cold. My husband was on top of my stepsister, their bodies entwined passionately. They were having sex!

I felt like I'd been punched twice in the gut. My voice trembled as I managed to stammer, "What... what is going on here?"

But my husband and stepsister didn't even flinch. They simply turned their heads towards me, their eyes locking onto mine. Then, in a shocking display of audacity, they continued their act, as if I wasn't even there.

And to my utter dismay, my stepsister continued to beg for more, her voice a sickening mixture of pleasure and desperation.

"More, baby, more!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust deeper, the sounds of their passion filling the whole room.

I felt like the biggest fool on earth, standing there, frozen in shock and watching them. Tears burned down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the kind of betrayal unfolding before me.

I finally found my voice, screaming at my husband, "What's really going on?? You both have the effort!"

I pushed him off my stepsister, my mind racing with anger and hurt.

My husband stood up, casually zipping up his pants, and had the audacity to yell at me, "You should have knocked!"

"Knocked?" I muttered, staring at him, incredulously. "This is our bedroom, for crying out loud! What do you think you were doing with my own stepsister?"

I turned to my stepsister, my voice shaking with rage and disappointment. "And you? What were you doing with him? How could you do this to me?"

My stepsister was the only family I had left. After our parents passed away, we had only each other. I had always trusted her, considered her my little sister. But now, I felt like I didn't even know her.

What made it even harder to bear was the big smile spreading across her face, utterly devoid of regret.

I glared at my stepsister. "Get out of my room!" I spat, trying to keep my temper in check.

But she just stood there, a bold smirk on her face. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice dripping with insolence.

My eyes widened in outrage. "Are you insane? Have you suddenly gone crazy!" I lunged forward, ready to physically drag her out, but my husband caught my arm.

"Stop, Alice," he said calmly as if trying to make me understand.

I spun around, my brows furrowing. "What's going on here? Are you taking her side now? I'm trying to give you another chance here, just so you know," A cold chill ran down my spine as I searched his face for answers.

My husband sighed, a tired look on his face. "Alice, we need to talk,"

I gulped heavily, nodding my head as my eyes filled with hot tears. "Yes, we need to talk. Explain yourself, ask for forgiveness, promise me you won't make this mistake ever again. Just say something, please!"

"It's not about that," he said, letting out a groan. "Look, things haven't been good between us for years, even before we got married, this marriage was already over."

My eyes narrowed, a lump forming in my throat. "So, what are you saying now?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

His expression was firm, his eyes filled with a determination that chilled me to the bone. "I'm saying it's time for us to move on. And I want to move on with her."

I burst into tears, pleading with my husband. "Is it because I've not been able to get pregnant? I'll give birth, I promise! I went to the doctor, and they said everything is fine. We can try today, please! Besides, I'm on my ovulation."

However, his expression turned cold. "You think there's something wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with you, Alice. It's me."

My tears slowed, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice vibrating.

He sneered, his words dripping with venom. "I've been taking precautions, Alice. I've been using drugs to ensure you wouldn't get pregnant. I never wanted a child with you. I never wanted to create a family with you right from the start."

Horror washed over me, my eyes widening in shock. "Wha... What. Why.. Why would you say that?" I stammered.

His voice was laced with malice. "Because I don't love you, Alice. I never did. My heart belongs to someone else – my first love. When I first set my eyes on her, I saw that she was the one."

My face contorted in shock, my mind racing. "Who are you talking about?" I whispered, hoping it was not what I was thinking.

He smiled cruelly, his words slicing through me like a knife. "Your stepsister,"

"What?" I exclaimed, acting like I wasn't expecting that.

"I was surprised when I found out she was your stepsister on our wedding day," he explained. "Anyway, we've been carrying on our affair for months now ever since she accepted my feelings for her."

My face crumpled, tears streaming down my face as the truth sank in, shattering my world into a million pieces.

Alice

I wiped away tears, trying to calm myself down. "So, what about us?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Do you think I can just...accept some kind of polyandry relationship? Hell no."

My husband and step-sister exchanged glances, and then burst into laughter. I frowned, feeling more confused than ever. Why were they laughing? Nothing was funny here.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Wait a minute, did you actually think that I would even want to be with two women at once?"

I raised an eyebrow, my heart racing. "What are you even saying? Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that what you've been doing!"

I wish I realized that I was talking nonsense, but I was too troubled to accept reality.

He shook his head again, his expression cold. "I'm throwing you away, Alice. Don't you get it? I want your step-sister, not you."

I clenched my teeth, wiping away my tears as I struggled to compose myself. "Don't expect me to leave," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not leaving. That husband snatcher is the one to leave."

He and step-sister exchanged a knowing glance, and she stood up, moving closer to my husband. "I think it's time," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "This is when we pull the last card."

I frowned, confusion and anger swirling inside me. "What the hell are you both talking about? What last card?" I demanded. "And can you please stop murmuring at each other? I'm the wife here, you're just a mistress."

My husband's expression turned cold, and he walked over to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a document. "Not anymore," he said, his voice dripping with malice. He walked up to me, holding out the papers. "Sign them now."

As I gazed at the document, my eyes widened in horror. Divorce papers. The words seemed to leap off the page, striking me like a physical blow. I felt like my breath had been knocked out of me.

I shivered, my heart racing.

"Eth... Ethan. What...what is this?" I stuttered, calling out my husband's name for the first time since I'd entered the room. "Please, just tell me this is a prank. I beg you."

But his expression remained cold and unyielding. He pushed me, his hands hard and unforgiving. "Sign these papers quickly, Alice. I need to end things between us, so that I can be with the one I truly love."

He pulled my step-sister closer, his arms wrapping around her like a possessive claim. I felt another fresh wave of tears well up, my heart cracking badly it hurt.

"Please don't do this to me," I begged, my voice cracking. "You know I still love you so much. Remember our promises. Remember–

"And remember those were just lies!" he yelled, his eyes devoid of empathy. "Sign the papers now, Alice. Before it gets any worse."

That was when I realized it was really over. I'd given up. With shivering hands, I picked up the pen, my signature scribbled across the page in a messy, tear-stained scrawl.

I couldn't bear to look at Ethan, but I caught sight of his signature on the page, already signed and dated. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: he'd really planned this all along.

"I think it's time for you to leave now," Ethan sneered, his eyes glinting with hatred. "Pack your things and leave right now. Get out of my house."

I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as more tears poured down. "You know I have no place to go and no one to turn to," I said, my voice shaking. "How could you do this to me? I'll make sure that you two regret your actions."

Ethan and my step-sister burst into laughter, mocking me.

"What will you do exactly?" she taunted, a smirk on her lips. "There's nothing you can do. You're useless, and worthless. In fact, you're no one."

Her words cut deep, and I couldn't help but blame myself. I was a housewife, dependent on Ethan for everything. I had no money, no job, and no independence.

I took a deep breath and gathered what little dignity I had left. I packed my bags, my hands shaking as I zipped them up. Then, I took one last look at the home I had shared with Ethan, before walking out the door.

As I stepped out into the cool evening air, I burst into tears. I didn't know what to do or where to go.

However, after much thinking, I decided to go to Naomi, a friend, someone I had known since college. I hailed a taxi and got in, the driver's sympathetic glance in the rearview mirror only making me cry harder. Maybe, my step-sister was right, I was truly worthless.

As the taxi drove away from the only home I had known for years, I felt a sense of loss and despair wash over me. This was really the end of it all.

I finally arrived at Naomi's place, exhausted and emotionally drained. After giving the door a weak knock, Naomi opened the door, and her eyes widened in concern as she took in my appearance.

"Oh my God, what happened?" she asked, rushing to my side. She scanned my pale-looking face, swollen red eyes, and the bag slung over my shoulder.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I tried to speak. Naomi ushered me inside, sat me down, and handed me a glass of water which I sipped.

After composing myself, I started telling Naomi everything that had happened. I told her about Ethan's affair, the divorce, and how he had kicked me out of our home. Naomi listened attentively, and she gave out different expressions; shock, anger, sympathy, and probably more.

As I finished my story, Naomi wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug. "You can stay here with me," she said. "There's no problem at all. I'm managing, but I can help you out for a few months until you get back on your feet."

I felt relieved. Naomi had recently gotten a visa and would be leaving the country soon, but she was willing to let me stay with her until I found a new job and a place to live.

"Thank you, Naomi," I said, my voice choked with emotion.

"It's my pleasure," she replied.

As the night wore on, I turned to Naomi and said, "You know, I really need to get out for a bit. Let me go grab a few drinks outside."

Naomi nodded understandingly. "Okay, go ahead. I should've followed you, but I don't feel like drinking. There's a bar not too far from here."

I thanked Naomi and left, making my way to the bar. Inside, I ordered a drink and took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat.

As I drank my second bottle, I noticed a handsome man sitting alone at the bar. He had politely declined the advances of a few women, and I found myself drawn to him.

With a reckless abandon I hadn't felt in years, I walked up to him. "Hey, Mr stranger, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked bluntly and shamelessly.

He looked at me with a mix of surprise and amusement. "No," he replied.

"Are you married?" I asked.

"No," he replied.

"Do you have a guy partner?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me as I thought he might be gay.

He shook his head. "No."

I leaned in, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay, that's good," I whispered, before pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss.

As our lips parted, I gazed into his eyes, and felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. His eyes burned with desire, and as he kept staring at me, his pupils dilated.

I thought, if Ethan could do it while we were still married, why can't I do it now? I knew it was a foolish justification, but it felt like a way to get revenge.

I whispered seductively against his ear, "How about we go have sex?" My voice was husky, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.

The man's eyes flashed with surprise, but then a slow smile spread across his face. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and took my hand, leading me out of the bar into the night.

Alice

I snapped my eyes open, and the morning sunlight danced across my face. As I quickly sat up, my gaze swept around the unfamiliar room. That's when I saw him - the man from the one-night stand, lying beside me.

"What have I done?" I whispered to myself as I hastily threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for my clothes. But before I could grab them, the man's hand closed around my wrist.

Startled, I gasped and turned to face him. "What...?" I began, but he cut me off.

"Do you think this is some cliché romance movie where you can just run away?" he asked, raising a brow.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself despite the embarrassment I was feeling. "I...I'm sorry about last night. I was just out of it. I'm really sorry."

Without waiting for his response, I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the bathroom.

After getting dressed, I stepped out to face the man standing before me. He wore only his underwear, and I quickly averted my gaze.

"I'll take my leave now," I whispered, and almost turned to rush out but his low and husky voice stopped me.

"I have a proposal for you," he said.

"A proposal? For me? Well, what is that?" I asked curiously.

But before he could respond, his phone rang. He picked it up and answered, launching into a conversation about business and money. As I listened, I realized that this man was more than just a charming stranger - he was a high-powered businessman, a tycoon, possibly.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to him discuss deals and mergers with ease. Who was this man, really? Who the hell did I have sex with?

He ended the call and turned to me, a soft sigh escaping from his lips. "I'm afraid I have to leave. I have an important business to attend to at the office."

"I see," I muttered, nodding slightly.

"But I would still like to discuss the proposal with you," he continued. "Can we talk whenever?"

"Hmm, I guess that won't be a problem," I replied.

"Here, take this," he said, handing me his business card. "Make sure to give me a call so that we can discuss the proposal further."

"Okay," I replied, taking the card from him.

He quickly dressed and rushed out the door. As soon as he was gone, I let out a sigh of relief. I looked down at the business card in my hand and my eyes widened in shock.

BLACKWOOD COMPANIES.

Blackwood Company was a vast and influential enterprise, a household name founded and owned by the enigmatic Mr. Blackwood. What did this man have to do with them? Was he someone important or what?

"I won't have to meet him again," I muttered to myself, shoving the card into my bag. "He's just a one-night stand, nothing more..."

I hailed a taxi outside and headed home. The ride was quiet, giving me time to gather my thoughts. When I arrived at our apartment, Naomi looked up from her phone, feeling surprised and at the same time, concerned.

"Hey, why are you late? I was worried sick!" she exclaimed. "And you weren't even picking up your calls."

"I'm sorry, I just had a bit too much to drink and ended up sleeping over at... the bar. Ended up waking this morning."

Naomi raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. "Okay, fine. I'm running late for work, and I need to leave now."

"No problem," I nodded. "Bye and be careful."

"Yeah, sure," she replied, grabbing her bag and headed for the door. "Oh, and there's food in the kitchen. Help yourself."

I smiled, grateful for her thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Naomi. You're a lifesaver."

We exchanged a quick wave goodbye, and Naomi rushed out the door, leaving me alone in the apartment.

I pulled out my phone and decided to do some online research. I typed in Blackwood company CEO, and my eyes widened as I scrolled through the search results.

Xavier Blackwood, the man I had a one-night stand with, was the owner, and they claimed he was a successful billionaire CEO. I couldn't believe it.

Did I really sleep with someone this influential? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I've heard of Blackwood Company, but I'd never seen the CEO's face until now.

I made up my mind then and there: I would never see him again, and I also tried to put the encounter out of my mind.

Time flew by, and I soon started a new job as a server at a small restaurant, which helped me earn some much-needed money.

But then, I began to feel unwell. At first, I brushed it off as exhaustion, but as the days went by, my symptoms only worsened.

One morning, as I was getting ready for work with Naomi, I suddenly felt nauseous, and I rushed into the toilet and started vomiting.

Naomi followed close behind, concern etched on her face.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

I nodded, still feeling queasy. "I'm fine," I replied, washing my face with cold water.

But she wasn't convinced. "I don't think you should go to work today. You look so pale. You should rest."

I shook my head, trying to act brave. "No, I'm fine. I can do it. Besides, I really don't want to miss work."

Naomi looked really worried, but she didn't push the issue. At least, not yet.

But before we could continue the conversation, I felt another wave of nausea hit me. I rushed back into the bathroom and vomited again.

This time, Naomi's expression was even more concerned. "Alice, are you pregnant?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I spun around, shocked. "What? No, I'm not! How...why would I be pregnant?"

"It's just a simple question," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Why would you ask that kind of question," I snarled, looking completely upset.

But before another word could escape from my lips, I felt a cold feeling creeping up my spine because I had suddenly remembered the one-night stand from four weeks ago... and the fact that we didn't use protection and I was on my ovulation.

Oh God. It can't be. Please!

"No, I'm not pregnant," I said, shaking my head in denial. "It's not possible. Never."

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go to the doctor to confirm? At least you'll know what's wrong and can get some rest and medication."

I sighed, feeling a bit defeated. "Okay, fine. I'll go."

I took a deep breath and left for the hospital. After a series of tests, my name was called. I stood up, my heart racing, and made my way to the doctor's office.

The doctor, a kind-faced woman with a gentle smile, greeted me warmly as I took my seat opposite her.

"Congratulations, Miss Brown, you're four weeks pregnant."

I felt like my world had been turned upside down. This should not be happening to me.