The CEO's Fatal Betrayal

The cramping pain in my lower abdomen grew sharper; I curled up on the hospital bed, cold sweat soaking the back of my patient gown. The nurse had just changed my IV drip and quietly urged me to rest well. "The baby didn't survive. Your body is weak now; don't think too much." I nodded, my gaze resting on the empty white porcelain bowl on the bedside table. Two hours ago, Secretary Collins had brought me this bowl of pregnancy-preserving medicine, saying Mason Lewis had specially asked her to prepare it. I stroked my still-flat belly — the place where our child had once lived, just two months old. The hospital ward door was gently pushed open, and I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep. It was Mason Lewis's voice, laced with a barely perceptible irritation. "How is she?" "The doctor said the miscarriage was complete, Mr. Lewis." Secretary Collins's voice softened, carrying a teasing tone, "You were so serious outside the ward just now, you scared me." "Stop joking around, this is a hospital." Mason's voice lowered slightly, "Are you sure the medicine is safe?" "Don't worry, I had someone prepare the prescription. It's absolutely undetectable." Secretary Collins chuckled softly, "That child was never meant to come, don't you think?" My heart clenched sharply, my fingers gripping the bedsheet beneath me tightly. "How did she suddenly get pregnant recently?" Mason Lewis's tone held a trace of confusion. "Isn't it because you went on your last business trip and forgot to tell Bella to give her the contraceptive pill?" Secretary Collins scolded, "That's why I hurried to find a solution. We can't really let her give birth—that would cause too much trouble." Contraceptive pill? A buzzing sound echoed in my mind—the warm milk Bella brought every morning, the health supplements said to regulate her body—it all turned out to be contraceptive pills. Don't leave any traces of this. Mason Lewis's voice grew cold. "She's emotionally unstable right now. Lately, you should show up less in front of her." "What, feeling sorry now?" Secretary Collins's voice sharpened instantly. "Mason Lewis, don't forget—we've been together for three years! If she weren't sitting in Mrs. Lewis's place, I'd have been the rightful mistress long ago." "I said, stop this nonsense." Mason Lewis's voice held a warning. "Her father did me a favor; I can't be too ruthless." "A benefactor?" Secretary Collins sneered. "Then why are you giving her contraceptive pills every day, and now you've had her child aborted?" Mason Lewis remained silent, and the hospital ward fell into a brief hush. "I don't care," Secretary Collins' voice softened again. "You promised me that once her father's company is completely absorbed by us, you'll divorce her." "Understood." Mason sighed. "I'll go check outside first. You should leave quickly." The footsteps gradually faded away. I suddenly opened my eyes, tears finally spilling uncontrollably. All that tenderness and care were just a facade, and all those oaths of eternal love were lies. When Mason Lewis pushed the door open, I had already wiped away my tears and was staring blankly at the ceiling. "Lisa, how are you feeling?" He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch my forehead. I turned my head to avoid him, and his hand froze mid-air. "The doctor said you need to rest quietly. I've already asked Bella to stew some soup; she'll bring it later." He tried to break the silence. "No need." My voice was hoarse. "Mason Lewis, the pregnancy-preserving medicine Secretary Collins made tastes quite good." His face instantly paled, panic filling his eyes. "Lisa, what do you mean?" "Nothing." I turned my head and looked him straight in the eyes. "I just feel that compared to the milk Bella made, the medicine's taste is stronger." His body jolted sharply; his lips moved, but he couldn't form a word. I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at his hypocritical face any longer. My heart died the moment I heard that conversation.