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.

a faint nod, barely

of warm water and fetched her own

holding this against your stomach," she suggested, holding it out

bottle, visibly hesitant. "You want me to use

him a chance to protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's not the time to

illness had chased away her drowsiness. Jamie stayed with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her, and she dozed off on

she found

upright, her first instinct to check on

skin was burning hot.

her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked her, and a mix of

he hadn't mentioned feeling worse

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

sweat off his forehead with a cool, damp cloth and coaxed

were clouded with confusion.

he murmured, his voice thick with