CEO's Ex-Wife Returns As Hot Surgeon

Camilla's POV.

I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, I couldn't help but smile at the two bright lines staring back at me. This little stick held the promise of a future I had only ever dreamed of, a future with Lawrence, my contract husband, the man I had grown to love beyond the bounds of our temporary marriage. Imagining the joy on his face when I would share this news with him filled me with warmth and excitement. It made me think of how it all started. We met through Jane, my best friend. Lawrence was her friend from high school, and she thought we'd be a good match. Our first meeting was in a quiet restaurant in LA. I was nervous, but he was calm and collected. His eyes held something unreadable like he had lived too many lives in one. By the end of the night, he offered me a contract marriage. I thought it was crazy, but something in him looked lonely. Like he just needed someone to be there. So I said yes. And somewhere along the line, I fell for him-for real. It was like I was dragged out of that memory and slammed into the present when the door suddenly burst open. It was like I was dragged out of my memory to the present as the door burst open revealing Lawrence who stormed into the room with an expression twisted with rage. He tossed an envelope in my direction, and as it landed at my feet, several photos spilled out, scattering across the floor. My heart plummeted as I took in the images. It was me and Clinton, my ex, captured in moments that could easily be misconstrued as something they weren't. I saw myself on the bed with Clinton, and though our position was not grievous, still it was not bearable at Lawrence's sight. I looked at Lawrence and his face wore an accusation that could cut through the air, and I felt it piercing through my soul. "It's not what it looks like Lawrence, I didn't cheat on you. "I protested even though my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation. But he wouldn't listen, his anger fueling his disbelief. "Don't lie to me, Camilla. You said you were with your sister that night," he countered. "Is this your sister with you on the bed?" I closed my eyes, willing myself to calm down as I recounted the events of that fateful evening. I was supposed to meet my sister at a club and get to spend the night with her but she didn't show up. When I was about to leave, Clinton showed up and I couldn't turn him down when he begged for a bottle of drink since our relationship never ended on bad terms. "We had a drink, and then... I don't remember much after that. But I swear nothing happened between us." I explained, my words tumbling out in a rush. Lawrence's expression softened momentarily, but the doubt still lingered in his eyes as he handed me a pile of papers. "I wanted to make you my forever wife, Camilla. But you've shattered that dream with your betrayal, this is a stain on my image and reputation. The pictures are already everywhere on the media and internet," he revealed bitterly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to take the papers. My heart fell as I realized it was a divorce paper canceling our contract marriage which is yet to come to an end. "Please, Lawrence, you have to believe me," I pleaded, but he refused to even look at me. "Before I return, I want you to leave my house," he said coldly and turned to walk out, leaving me shattered and alone. How was I supposed to know Clinton had set me up? I honestly thought everything that happened that night was behind me. I didn't expect it to come back and ruin everything. We were just having a drink, and I was trying to be polite because things between us had ended on good terms. But then, out of nowhere, I started feeling dizzy and passed out, and the next thing I remember was waking up alone in a hotel room. At the time, I thought he had helped me, maybe taken me somewhere safe after I passed out. That's what made sense to me. I never imagined he had planned something so terrible. I never thought he'd go as far as setting me up like that. I sank to the floor, completely overwhelmed, letting the weight of his accusations crush me from the inside out. I didn't try to hold back the tears-they came freely, without warning. And right then, the truth of it all hit me. Our marriage hadn't just gone through a rough patch. It had fallen apart right in front of me. At that moment, I realized I had probably lost the one person I had ever truly loved. Everything was happening so fast, I didn't even get the chance to tell him about my pregnancy. The one thing that could've changed everything. But now it didn't feel like something I could mention, not in the middle of all that. Not when he looked at me like I was someone he could never trust again. If I told him now, what if he said the baby wasn't his? What if he believed Clinton was the father? Hours passed without any sign of him coming back home. I tried to contact him but all to no avail. Pain, confusion, and silence filled the space as I pushed myself to start packing my things slowly. I had already called Jane. She didn't understand much from the call and had promised to show up at the house as soon as possible. A few minutes later, she walked in, and the moment I saw her, I felt this small bit of hope rise in my chest. I didn't waste time-I started explaining everything to her, from the beginning. I told her what had happened, how I felt, how confused and overwhelmed I was. I guess... I was hoping for a little comfort. Maybe some understanding. She was close to Lawrence, sure, but she was my best friend too. I thought maybe, just maybe, she could talk to him. Help him understand and help me fix things. But before I could even finish talking, she just exploded. "I can't believe you did that to him," she said in an irritated tone, her eyes wide with anger. "You betrayed Lawrence. After everything he's done for you, this is what you do?" It hit me so hard that I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, staring at her. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My heart was pounding. Her words didn't even feel real at first. "Jane... no," I finally managed, barely above a whisper. "That's not what happened. I didn't betray him. I didn't mean for any of this-" But she wasn't listening. She was already shaking her head, already backing away like she didn't even want to hear it. And at that moment, something broke. I couldn't believe it. My best friend-someone I trusted, someone I thought would stand by me, especially now-thought the absolute worst of me and that hurt me more than anything else. Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to find the right words to defend myself. "Jane, please, you have to believe me," I pleaded. "I would never do anything to hurt Lawrence. He means everything to me." But Jane's expression remained cold and unforgiving and without another word, she walked out, leaving me with so many questions. I wondered why she couldn't believe me. With a heavy heart, I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave the house until I would get the chance to have everything resolved. About thirty minutes later, I was already at the bus station, just about to board when something suddenly hit me-I had left an important document back at Lawrence's house. It wasn't just any paper. It was something I couldn't afford to lose, no matter what. My heart sank. I stood there for a moment, torn between going back and letting it go. Then I sighed and turned back, deciding I couldn't leave it behind. I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach the whole ride there. When I got to the house, I didn't waste time. I went straight to the bedroom, Lawrence and I used to share. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. What I saw made my heart stop.

Camilla's POV

"Camilla where are you? The party has already started, and the Director is asking for you," Andrew's voice crackled through the phone.

"I'll be there soon," I replied quickly, ending the call before Andrew could initiate a longer conversation. I felt a bit of guilt tugged at me as I hung up.

The hospital I worked at, Torrance Memorial Medical Center, was hosting a get-together party. My being there was more like a miracle thanks to Raymond, my fiance who I met the first time I relocated to this city.

It was so easy for him to find me a job through some connections, after learning I was a qualified doctor- although I never got to practice before I married Lawrence.

Recently, some mystery businessman bought the hospital. As it were, there was a bit of a reshuffle but luckily for some staff, they were retained.

Andrew, the head doctor, decided to celebrate the occasion by throwing a mini party for the hospital staff and important guests and to introduce and welcome the new director. As one of the top doctors, I couldn't afford to miss such an event.

Just as I was about to apply the final touches to my makeup, the door to my bedroom burst open, and two small whirlwinds came tumbling in, giggling and laughing as they crashed into my legs.

"Mommy, Mommy, look what we found!" George exclaimed, holding up a tiny frog figurine with a triumphant grin.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my twins, George and Mira, their faces flushed with excitement as they showed off their latest discovery. They were the light of my life, the reason I got up every morning, and I couldn't imagine my world without them.

Four years ago, it was a mixture of happiness and sadness. Everything came crashing down in my world when I caught the father of my kids in a promiscuous act with my best friend.

As I entered the bedroom that day, what I saw tore me apart. Jane, my own best friend, was naked as the day she was born, on top of Lawrence.

Without a word and a second glance, I turned and ran. I ran as far and as fast as my legs would carry me, desperate to escape the pain and heartache that threatened to consume me. And as I left that house behind, I vowed never to look back, never to let them hurt me again.

It didn't take up to a year before I gave birth to my twins. Ever since I took it upon myself to take care of my twins even as a single mother while having Raymond who had done nothing all this while than to support me by my side but that didn't stop the constant reminder of Lawrence whenever I look at the kids, especially Goerge who has a striking resemblance of his father.

"Wow, that's amazing, sweetheart!" I said, kneeling to their level and ruffling George's hair affectionately.

"But Mommy has to go to work now, so I need you two to be good for Aunt Kiara, okay?"

They nodded eagerly with their eyes wide with anticipation as they handed me the frog figurine before racing off. I watched them scamper off to find their babysitter and I couldn't help but smile at them as I realized how much they had grown in the four years.

They were my reason for carrying on, my reason for pushing through the pain and heartache that threatened to consume me.

With a heavy sigh, I turned back to the mirror, putting the finishing touches on my makeup before slipping on a pair of matching heels. I checked my reflection one last time, smoothing down stray strands of hair and straightening my dress before grabbing my purse and heading out the door.

I walked into the party a bit late. The room was already abuzz with laughter and chatter and I tried as much as possible to avoid drawing too much attention to myself but I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sight of my female colleagues squealing like teenagers over the hospital's new director.

The excited whispers of the female colleagues as they gushed about the hospital's new director were so annoying.

"He's so handsome!"

"I heard he's a billionaire!"

"Imagine working under someone like him!"

I rolled my eyes at their childish antics, their giggles grating on my nerves.

Did they have nothing better to do than swoon over some rich businessman? But as I brushed past them, my attempts at slipping by unnoticed were thwarted when Andrew appeared at my side with a stern expression.

"Camilla, you're late," he scolded.

"The hospital's director has been asking for you. He wants to speak with you."

I sighed inwardly, cursing my luck as I followed Andrew towards one of the rooms in the building where the party was being held.

As we entered, I froze in shock at the sight before me. Standing there, looking every bit as handsome and infuriating as ever was no other than Lawrence.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, and I felt a surge of emotions wash over me.

Anger, betrayal, longing... it was all there, swirling beneath the surface as I struggled to keep my composure.

Andrew noticed I was carrying an emotion he didn't understand. He cleared his throat, breaking the tension as he addressed me.

"Do you know our new director, Camilla?"

I hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "No, I don't," I lied, forcing a smile onto my face as I turned to face Lawrence.

"Nice to meet you, Dr...?"

"Lawrence," he said with his gaze never leaving mine. "LawrenceKnights."

My breath caught in my throat at the mention of his name and instantly memories of our past flooded back with a vengeance.

But I pushed them aside, not wanting to cause suspicion from Andrew.

Andrew however excused himself, leaving us alone.

Lawrence took a step towards me with a serious expression as he spoke.

"Camilla, we need to talk," he said with a low yet urgent voice. "There's something I need to tell you."

I clenched my jaw refusing to let him see how much his presence affected me.

"I'm not interested in anything you have to say," I snapped even though my voice tinged with bitterness. "You lost that right when you betrayed me."

He flinched at my words. His eyes were filled with remorse as he reached out towards me.

"I know I messed up, Camilla," he said softly.

"But please, just hear me out. It's important."

I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I backed away from him.

"I don't want to hear it," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't trust you, Lawrence, not after what you did."

But he wasn't ready to give up, not yet.

"Camilla, please," he pleaded with desperation creeping into his voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here for our child."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. My breath hung in my throat as I struggled to comprehend what he was saying.

"How... how did you know?" I whispered; my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

Camilla's POV

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked into his eyes, seeing pain and regrets reflecting there.

Despite everything that had happened between us, a part of me couldn't help but long for the life we could have had together.

But I couldn't ignore the reality of our situation, I was now engaged. How could I still be thinking of being together with him again?

The rumors, the gossip... if Lawrence found out about our children, there was no telling what he would do. But on second thought, I sighed in relief as I thought about it, he mentioned our child instead of children which showed he might just be saying.

Moreover, I cannot tell him about them, I can not risk putting them in harm's way, not for anything in the world.

"I'm sorry Lawrence but I don't know what you're talking about" I said softly with tears streaming down my cheeks as I turned and fled from the room, leaving him standing there alone.

I made my way through the crowded hallway with the weight of my decision heavy on my heart but deep down, I knew it was the right choice, for me, for my children, for all of us.

After working at the hospital for two years, I finally managed to save up enough money to buy myself a car. I needed it since Raymond was mainly based abroad.

It wasn't anything fancy, just a reliable drive that could take me from one place to another, and the best part, it was mine, and it gave me a sense of freedom I hadn't felt in a long time.

As I drove away from the hospital, the thoughts swirled in my head like a whirlwind.

Why had Lawrence come back after four years? More importantly, how did he find out that I was pregnant?

Those four years had been rough, to say the least. Working in the hospital and having to do things myself to meet up since Raymond was never around.

And now, out of nowhere, Lawrence was back, asking about his child as he thinks I gave birth to one child. It was a relief he thinks that way because I will never let him know they are two.

How could he be shamelessly back after what he did with Jane?

Maintaining the normal drive speed, I tried to push the thoughts aside but they kept creeping back into my mind, like weeds refusing to be pulled. I couldn't shake the feeling of how the kids would feel when they found out about their father.

"I can't let them know, I can't let Lawrence find them?" I resolved to myself with determination, I was going to leave the city.

So deep in thought, I was unaware of a reckless driver who careened around the corner ready to crash into my car but I was lucky to maneuver with the wheel, saving myself from a ghastly accident.

However, the luck wasn't enough. Tying to look back, to insult the reckless driver, I bumped into a motionless car, smashing the bumper, and causing significant damage.

I was short of five hundred bucks just to repair the car's damage. With a heavy heart, I made my way back home and I started packing my belongings with trembling hands.

George and Mira tried playing with me but I didn't respond. They were kids so they couldn't decipher my emotions.

Kiara, my kids' babysitter tried to find out what went wrong but I gave her no answer. I simply instructed her to pack the kid's luggage.

I checked my phone for any updates, any sign of hope in the bleakness of my situation, but all I found was more bad news. It was almost midnight and the airport had no available flights, the bus station was closed for the day, and I was trapped in this nightmare with no way out.

I sank onto the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled with the immense despair welling up inside me. I couldn't stand the thought of facing Lawrence and the unavoidable argument that was bound to happen. But where could I go, with no car and no way out? The airport was out of the question, and the bus station had closed for the night. I was trapped like a prisoner in my own home, with no hope of escape.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I groggily reached for my phone on the bedside table. Curiosity ran over me as I saw the missed calls and messages from Andrew.

I wondered why he called, maybe because I left the party unannounced or Lawrence informed him about our encounter.

I was too tired to put that in my mind. Just when I was about to drift off into a restless sleep, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the silence, jolting me awake.

With a sigh, I reached for the receiver. I felt my hand trembling slightly as I brought it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said.

"Camilla, it's Andrew," came the urgent voice on the other end of the line.

"There's been an emergency at the hospital. We need you to come in right away."

I hesitated for a moment, the thought of facing Lawrence again filling me with a sense of dread. "I... I can't," I stammered "I'm quitting?"

Andrew's voice softened with shock and concern. "quitting? Why? Did Dr Lawrence ask you to quit?" he asked gently.

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "No," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to move abroad, I got a better job offer," I lied.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Andrew spoke again in a pleading tone "Please, Camilla," he said softly. "At least come in for one last shift. We need you."

I closed my eyes and my resolve weakened as I thought of the patients who depended on me, those lives hung in the balance. With a resigned sigh, I nodded.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll come in."

And with that, I hung up the phone, rose from the bed, and found something to wear.

Because of the urgency, I couldn't see the kids. Before stepping out of the house, I received a message from the airport informing me that my flight was now scheduled for 6 pm this evening which means I could make it back from the hospital before the time of flight.

As I made my way to the hospital, my mind raced with thoughts of Lawrence and the children I had fought so hard to protect.

I couldn't let him back into our lives, not after everything he had done, not after the pain and heartache he had caused me.

But as I stepped through the doors of the hospital, all thoughts of Lawrence were pushed aside by the urgency of the situation at hand. Andrew was waiting for me with a face pale of worry as he ushered me towards the emergency room.

"There was an accident," he explained hurriedly as we made our way through the bustling corridors.

"The patient is in critical condition. We need you, Camilla. We need your expertise."

I nodded grimly, my heart sinking as I prepared myself for the worst.

And then, as we reached the doors of the emergency room, I froze in horror at the sight before me.

Lawrence lay on the hospital bed, his face pale and drawn as he struggled to breathe.

His eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, filled with pain and regret, before fluttering shut once more.

I felt a surge of emotion well up inside me as I rushed to his side. From what I heard from Dr Andrew, he was drunk while driving and I knew exactly why he must have done that which broke my heart at the thought of it.

My hands trembled as I reached out towards him. "Lawrence," I whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with tears.

"What happened? What happened to you?"

But he was too weak to respond.

His breathing was shallow as he fought for every precious breath. As I watched helplessly, the full weight of his words from yesterday crashed over me like a tidal wave, filling me with a sense of overwhelming guilt and remorse.

But he was already slipping away. His grip on life grew weaker by the moment as the monitors beeped in a steady rhythm of despair and gradually, he faded into unconsciousness.