CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

When Jamie finally came downstairs after getting ready, the meal was already served on the dining table, and Winnie had returned from her walk.

She held a ladle, serving soup, and couldn't help but laugh when she noticed the oddly cut carrot pieces. "Jack, what's with these carrot shapes? This doesn't look like your usual cooking skills." "I didn't cut them today," Ben replied curtly.

Since there were only three of them in the house, it was clear who the culprit was. Winnie turned to Jamie. "Jamie, I remember you being pretty good at cooking! What happened to these carrots?" "Guess I'm a little rusty. It's been a while since I cooked," Jamie mumbled, wishing she could disappear under the table.

As she pulled out her chair, she moved too quickly and winced, nearly straining her back. Winnie quickly reached over to steady her. "Your back really needs to be checked out. It's getting too serious. Why don't I come with you to see the doctor tomorrow?" "No need. I'll get it looked at next time I'm at the hospital," Jamie replied quickly, dreading the idea of Winnie learning the real reason for her back pain.

Winnie didn't press further, and dinner continued with her leading most of the conversation. Ben chimed in occasionally, while Jamie kept her head down, trying to remain as invisible as possible.

He glanced at the screen, then stepped out onto the balcony to

without a reason? It's been two weeks since you've been home for dinner! Come home tonight," she urged, eager to introduce him to the woman she had carefully selected as a potential

cooked it all day. I even burned my hand a

gesture would be heartless. "Alright, I'll be there in about half

no rush," she replied, her voice warm with care. Then, she

son's future wife. She was beautiful, accomplished, and refined

back in the house, Ben simply told Winnie, "I have work to