CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Jamie had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night.

When she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the faint silhouette of someone startled her. She froze for a moment before realizing it was Ben. "Ben, why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?" Ben let out a low grunt, his voice so faint she thought she had imagined it.

As Jamie approached, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his unusually pale face came into view.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Could you get me some antacid?" Ben replied, his voice carrying a subtle weakness that was uncharacteristic for him.

It clicked. Ben had always struggled with stomach issues. His workaholic lifestyle often made it worse.

Her worry spiked. She paced the living room, trying to recall where she might have stored some medicine. "Wait here. I think I have some in my room."

She hurried back, returning moments later with the medication and a cup of warm water. Ben took the medicine, his tightly furrowed brows easing slightly as he drank.

"Feeling better?" Jamie asked anxiously.

gave a faint

another cup of warm water and fetched her own

that heat helps. Try holding this against your stomach," she suggested, holding it out

water bottle, visibly hesitant.

pushed it into his hands. "Now's

on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up

she woke, she found herself covered

sat upright, her first instinct to

his skin was burning hot. He had

muttered, pulling her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked her, and a mix of anger and worry surged

feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him endure so

feverish to respond coherently. There was no point in scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to the task

a cool, damp cloth and coaxed him into

his eyes, they were clouded with confusion. His usual sharpness

dreaming?" he murmured,