Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-Wife

"She is suffering from Amnesia." Max reiterated as if Lucas was an idiot and couldn't understand what he meant by that. 

After they left Alexandria's private room they made a beeline straight to Max's office for a serious talk where their impending argument couldn't be overheard and alarm anyone.

The moment the privacy of his office closed around them, his friend slumped into his seat and began his lengthy medical explanation regarding his wife—he meant his soon to be ex wife's condition. 

Lucas let out a deep, exasperated sigh and sunk into one of the leather chairs he found inside the small but cozy office. The chair squeaked in protest upon receiving his weight. He ignored the sound and shifted his attention to Max who was seated across him with only the white table standing between them as if to serve as a boundary if worse came to worst. 

"Amnesia?" He spat, he felt like laughing out loud and rolling to the floor in disbelief. Ridiculous. Alexandria must have been such a good actress that she'd made Max believe her acting. 

But Lucas knew his wife well, after all they'd been married for three years. He knew she was only making excuses to save her ass from the severe punishment that awaits her. 

He wasn't the fool she believed him to be. 

"Yes, she has one. I know you won't believe me." He replied calmly. Casually taking his eyeglass and wiping the blur with a piece of cloth before adjusting it back to his nose. 

"Damn. You know I wouldn't." He told him, his forehead furrowed into a deep crease. Without checking himself in the mirror, he knew he looked unimaginably worse with his stubbles unshaved and with bags under his eyes. Damn. His wife just ran off with one of her lovers and suffered an accident nearly killing his son in the process. Anyone who would be in his shoes would be downright miserable. 

"She got it from the bump on her head. It nearly killed her, you know."

"I still don't believe it." Lucas said, hastening out of his chair." He refused to believe Alexandria's carefully woven lies. He had had enough of it to believe it this time. 

"See it for yourself." Max advised. He didn't bother to look at Lucas who was reaching for the door knob. 

He shrugged his shoulders and got out the door before another argument could resurface. 

Lucas found Alexandria inside her room but she wasn't asleep. Instead, she was leaning on the headboard, blindly staring ahead with a distant look upon her amber eyes. 

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice him slightly push the door. He didn't enter inside. Instead he stood there and secretly watched her over the crevice of the slightly open door. 

Her peaceful countenance was an epitome of sweet, serene beauty. Her vibrant copper blond hair spilled behind her back like a waterfall. Even with a bandage on her head and the slight paleness of her cheeks she managed to look ethereal. It's impossible to think that a few days ago she was fighting for her life. 

Realizing where his thoughts wander, he scowled frustratingly, his eyebrows almost merging into a straight line. His jaw clenched and the hand on his side turned into a tight ball. 

He was surprised by the sudden surge of fury inside him, that he pushed the door open, startling her burgeoning thoughts. Her bright amber eyes stretched wide and her eyebrows shot to the ceiling when her gaze swept through his expression. 

He saw fear looming beneath huge irises and it pleased him. 

"If you think I believe you have amnesia just what Max explained to me, you're wrong Alexandria." He spoke the words with chilling clarity making sure each word directly pierced her soul.

Her lips parted in surprise but no words emerged from her lips. He was surprised that she didn't even argue. The Alexandria he knew never kept her mouth shut and did her best to berate him at every opportunity. But this woman across him was a complete opposite. She looked at him as if anytime soon she would burst into tears. 

"You have fooled me a thousand times, and fed me with endless lies. I was stupid to believe every words you have spoken. But now that my eyes are open there's no way I could not see past your deception. 

This time I will make sure you will regret hurting me to the point you would wish you had died from the car accident. I will file for divorce and whether you like it or not you will sign them." He added, glaring at her. 

Impatiently he waited for her to speak but she surprised him when she did not. She just looked at him with wide innocent eyes red with impending tears. 

He waited for her to fight with expected ferocity but minutes ticked by but she didn't do anything to argue and he was growing impatient. 

"What have I done, Lucas? Why do you hate me that much? " She asked after a moment of silence. Her voice was low and trembling. Anxious eyes darted to him. 

"Really, Alexandria? Have you really forgotten or are you twisting me around your little finger again?" 

Lucas sucked in a deep breath, he's almost on the verge of losing what was left of his patience. He hated watching her act. 

In a matter of seconds, he was already beside her, his fingers firmly clutching to her chin. Lowering his face until his hot breath fanned her face, he watched as she nervously trembled under his hold. 

"The sizable allowance I provided was never enough and you embezzled millions from the company. You ruined my reputation by shamelessly parading your illicit love affairs. You deprived me of all the rights as your husband. Instead of warming my bed, which is the least you could do as my wife, you shut the door and let another woman's husband satiate your carnal thirsts.. And then you run away with one of your lovers and nearly kill my son who you never once showed a pinch of affection to. What would you expect me to feel?"