Chapter 1

1 I met a pregnant woman at the hospital. During small talk, she mentioned her husband, David Wilson, a prominent CEO. Coincidentally, my husband is also named David Wilson, and he's a CEO too. Later, I asked David for a divorce. But then it hit me �C we were never legally married. It turned out I was the other woman all along.

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"My husband's David Wilson, he's a big-shot CEO. He's crazy about me. When we got married, he bought me a whole private island!" The beautiful woman across from me beamed, her face radiating happiness. She'd been gushing about her husband since she walked in with her paperwork. It wasn't until I asked his name that my world tilted.

My husband is also David Wilson, a prominent CEO. Could we possibly share the same husband? The thought sent chills down my spine.

"Dr. Sanders? Is something wrong? Are my test results bad?" Her voice snapped me back to reality. I focused on her ultrasound report. Amelia Greene, eight weeks pregnant, healthy fetus.

"No, everything's fine," I stammered, my hands trembling uncontrollably. "The baby's perfectly healthy."

"Amelia, could I see a picture of you and your husband?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled readily. "Of course!" She flipped open her phone and showed me a picture of herself snuggled against David, eating ice cream. "This was our first picture together." She swiped again. "And this was from our trip to Paris." It was a picture of them kissing beneath the Eiffel Tower. She swiped quickly, as if eager to show me their wedding photos. "We've been married seven years now."

I abruptly closed her phone. "No… no need to see any more." Tears welled up, and my composure crumbled. I clutched my chest, a sharp pain stabbing through me. I was speechless. David and I had been together for six years. We had a five-year-old son. And he'd been married to this woman for seven years? This was the most surreal thing I'd ever experienced.

Overwhelmed, I ran out of the examination room and sat in the hallway, sobbing. Amelia followed. "Dr. Sanders, what's wrong?" She offered me a tissue. "Here…"

Before she could finish, her phone rang. "Hubby" flashed across the screen. Her face lit up as she answered.

"Amelia, I've sent the driver to pick you up." It was David's voice, smooth and cultured, the voice I knew so well.

"Okay, I'll be right down." She hung up, gave me a quick goodbye, and left.

I shredded the tissue in my clenched fist. Then I noticed a faint, familiar scent �C jasmine. It was the kind of tissue David always used.