GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Lindsey was in her room, crying her eyes out, reminiscent of the last time she cried so deeply. ‘It was when she experienced evil at the hands of her father as a child.’

She couldn’t believe that the man who made her forget her past and taught her to love was the same one who destroyed that love in a day. ‘How could he cheat on me with Catrina and even have a child involved?’ She was angry with herself for being deeply in love with him, wanted to stop crying and be strong, but her tears flowed uncontrollably like waterfalls in an endless river. Sadness took over her heart, and she wondered.

‘Now what do I do? Where do I turn? My happy marriage lasted so little. You’re pathetic, Lin! Now I’m going to join the club of cheated, divorced, and lonely women.’

Meanwhile, Kyle continued in his office with his head in his hands, pondering. ‘I saw the disappointment in her eyes. I can’t lose her. Oh God! What do I tell Lin now? Catrina! Why did you ruin my life? If it turns out she’s really pregnant, how do I prevent that child from suffering?’

Several hours had passed. Emilia was worried about her children, one locked in his room, and the other in his office. She sighed several times before climbing the stairs, went to the master bedroom, but didn’t find Lin there, so she knocked on the front door.

“Lin, sweetheart, you haven’t eaten properly. Please, come with me for dinner. I know you’re hurt and don’t want to see anyone, but if you don’t eat, you won’t have the strength to face this problem.”

“Emilia, I’m not hungry! Besides, I don’t want to see your husband.”

“Oh, my girl! You don’t know how my heart aches hearing your lifeless voice because of that witch. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to find me.”

With a queasy stomach and sobbing, she replied in a dejected voice, “Thank you, Emilia.”

Emilia turned around, went downstairs, and knocked on the office door.

“My boy, I’m sorry to bother you, but you need to eat something. You haven’t tasted a bite because of the visitor.”

Kyle was lying on the couch with his head bowed between his arms, running his hands through his hair with a lost look. Upon hearing Emilia, he raised his head and asked, “Has Lin eaten anything? How is she?”

“She’s locked in her room. How do you think my boy is? She didn’t want to eat.”

“Okay, Emilia. When I’m hungry, I’ll find something to eat.”

“Okay, my boy,” she said, retiring to her room, depressed.

Kyle left his office, went to his room, didn’t find Lindsey, stepped out, and stood at the door opposite his room. He wanted to knock but resisted the urge, wondering, ‘What am I going to tell her?’ He leaned his head against the door for a long time and then withdrew. He tried to sleep but spent the night without finding any rest.

Kyle left the mansion early, called Catrina to inform her that he was picking her up to go to the hospital. She left the hotel without a hint of makeup, looking exhausted. When she got into the car, she tried to kiss Kyle. He reacted in time and shouted at her, “Don’t overstep, Catrina. Don’t you know how much I hate you right now?”

“Don’t blame me for ruining your perfect life. You entered my room all on your own. Out of love for you, I want this baby, and if you think I’ll consider an abortion, I won’t.” She lowered her head and caressed her belly.

“Who’s telling you I want this baby not to be born? Just keep quiet while we get to the hospital.” He felt the urge to strangle her; he couldn’t stand having her close, only thinking about how hurt his little doll might be.

Upon reaching the hospital, Kyle requested a gynecological appointment. Routine pregnancy tests were performed on Catrina.

Sitting in the waiting room, Catrina felt nauseous. She asked Kyle to accompany her, and he agreed. As they left the bathroom, he held her arm because she looked pale.

Kyle, the more he glanced at Catrina from the corner of his eye, the more his sadness deepened.

“The lady Catrina Cooper can go to room 18 at the end of the hallway,” the doctor’s secretary informed them. She asked for Kyle’s arm to support herself, and they entered the examination room.

“Good morning, gentlemen! I am Dr. Anais Ramos. Please take a seat.”

“Hello, Dr. Anais. I’m Catrina, the future mom of this baby,” she responded cheerfully.

“Good morning! We’re here to confirm Catrina’s pregnancy, and if it’s positive, I want you to give her a checkup.”

The doctor looked at the handsome man in front of her with a somber expression, indicating that she didn’t want to be there. She took a sheet in her hands and replied.

“I already have the results of the tests. It’s confirmed; Mrs. Catrina is four weeks pregnant. Blood tests show that she has some altered values; she has anemia. At this stage of her pregnancy, she must take care of her health and eat properly for the baby to be born healthy.”

“I live feeling unwell, dizzy, and everything that reaches my stomach I vomit. The doctor who checked me before told me that my pregnancy was delicate,” she handed over a folder that the doctor took to review.

“Can we do a DNA test?” Kyle interjected with a cold voice.

Both women looked at him, and before the doctor could respond, Catrina intervened.

“You can understand that I have a complicated pregnancy, and my previous doctor recommended that such a procedure could affect the fetus.” She glanced at the doctor, pleading with her eyes, and asked, “Right, doctor?”

“Non-invasive fetal DNA tests have no risk for the fetus or for you, ma’am. It involves taking a blood sample from the mother and a simple cheek swab from the potential father. However, this test is done from the tenth week of gestation, and I must warn you that it can give inaccurate or inconclusive results in some cases.”

“I know you have doubts, but I want the best for my baby.” Catrina began to cry.

The doctor observed her with pity, imagining how difficult it must be for this woman to have the potential father deny their child.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Mrs. Catrina, calm down. Don’t cry. Try not to get agitated or stressed; your emotional state can also affect the fetus. And you, sir, if you are the father of the fetus, try not to cause any discomfort to the lady. As I mentioned, it will disturb the baby’s development.” Looking at Catrina and pointing to a door, she continued, “Please go to the bathroom, put on a gown that you’ll find there, and when you come out, lie down on the examination table for an ultrasound.”