CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Lydiafroze on the spot, the voices around her cutting through like ice, each word colder than the last.

Her fingers stiffened, and it felt as though her limbs had lost all sensation. All that remained was her body, like an empty shell, standing there like a lifeless puppet. So, this was the secret Quincy had been hiding from her?

It took her a long moment to shake herself free from the shock, but eventually, she made her way upstairs.

Meanwhile, Quincy was already sitting in the living room, his expression even colder than when he first walked in. His eyes seemed to have frozen over, devoid of any warmth.

Across from him, Tiffany sat looking crushed, her disappointment almost palpable. She turned to Mrs. Perez with a confused and hurt expression. "Mrs. Perez..."

She didn't understand. By any measure, she was an ideal match. Even coming here was an act of defiance against her mother, who had disapproved of Quincy the moment she learned he had been married before. But Tiffany couldn't forget her first impression of Quincy and had snuck out to meet him again.

Why, then, did Quincy still treat her this way? What did his ex-wife have that she didn't?

"Quincy, Tiffany came all this way, you could at least be polite," Quincy's mother scolded him gently.

But Quincy hadn't come for a blind date. He had come because his mother promised to hand over something important. She had tricked him into showing up. He had no reason to be anything but cold.

Quincy's patience had run out. He stood up abruptly, his sharply defined face cold as ice. "If you're not planning on handing it over, then I'll just consider this a wasted trip," he said, making a move to leave. Seeing him about to walk out, Mrs. Perez panicked. She had worked hard to trick him into coming and couldn't let it all fall apart now. In a hurry, she blocked the door, and Tiffany stood up, flustered. "Alright, alright. I'll get it for you now. Satisfied?" Mrs. Perez grumbled before heading off to retrieve what he wanted.

Only then did Quincy sit back down. But even then, he didn't say a single word to the woman beside him. Tiffany's heart raced, torn between infatuation and disappointment. "Mr. Quincy, I've been meaning to tell you... I don't mind "

"Miss Tiffany," Quincy interrupted

sharply, his voice cutting like glass. "I don't think anyone should entertain the idea of interfering in someone else's marriage. Don't you agree?" en NovelDrama.Org

Tiffany paled. "So, you're not divorced?"

"No," he said bluntly. "It's my mother who wants to split us up."

His cold eyes softened, just for a moment, as he continued, "But I need you to know that I love my wife very much. I don't want to be apart from her. I'm not interested inText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

anyone else. Do you

His words were like a knife, slicing through Tiffany's budding feelings. The spark of hope she had been carrying was extinguished, leaving only a hollow space where it had been.

Her lips quivered as she nodded. "I understand."

In that moment, any chance of her unspoken crush blossoming died. Yet, a part of her clung to a faint hope. She didn't get up to leave.

"I'll wait until Mrs. Perez gets back," she thought.

After all, Mrs. Perez had invited her,

and she had always been kind. It would feel rude to leave without saying goodbye. Tiffany brushed aside the nagging thought that perhaps this decision was driven by her own lingering feelings.

Soon enough, Mrs. Perez returned, carrying a jar of herbs. Along with the jar, she held a glass teapot filled with the tea already brewed.

With a bright smile, she poured the tea into two cups, one for each of them. "This is great stuff, a special herbal tea. Go ahead, try some," she encouraged, handing them the cups.