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

prepared another cup of warm water and fetched her own hot water bottle, a pink one with a cute

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

pink water bottle, visibly hesitant. "You want me

hands. "Now's not the

keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her, and she dozed off

woke, she found herself

first instinct to

alarm, his skin was burning hot.

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

upset that he hadn't mentioned feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him

no point in scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to the

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

were clouded with confusion. His usual sharpness was

dreaming?" he murmured, his voice thick with