Billionaire's Mistake: Quest For Redemption

Chapter 5: Unexpected Revelations

~HARRISON~

I couldn't sleep the night before. After the call with my mother, I found myself pacing the house, my mind running in circles. The thought of Jessica missing gnawed at me, but I knew I had to do something to keep my sanity. I decided to clean and rearrange our bedroom. Each item I picked up, each piece of furniture I moved, felt like a small step toward reclaiming control over the chaos that had invaded my life. By the time I was done, it was already late, and I was exhausted enough to fall into a restless sleep.

In my sleep, I dreamt that Jessica had left me for Dr. Johnson. They were holding hands, laughing together as if I had never existed. The pain and betrayal in my heart from the dream lingered as I woke up. That dream was what prompted the action I was about to take.

It was already morning, and I was dressing up to go see Dr. Johnson at his office. I chose my outfit carefully, wanting to look composed and in control. I wore a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. The tie I picked was a deep grey, which contrasted perfectly with the suit. I slipped into my polished grey leather shoes, adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, and checked my reflection in the mirror. Immaculate, just as I wanted to appear.

Before leaving the house, I picked up my phone and called James, the head of my tech team. I needed to get to the bottom of what happened with the security footage.

"James, it's Harrison," I said, my voice tense.

"Mr Harrison, good morning, sir. Is everything alright? what's going on?" James asked, not used to getting calls directly from the boss.

"Not really. I'm gonna need you to drop your project and help me with something new. The security footage from my house was tampered with. I need you to recover it, no matter what it takes," I explained.

"Of course, Sir. But to do this, I'll need access to the system. Can you grant it?" James asked.

"Yes, I'll send you the access codes right now. Get your team on this immediately. I want to know who that man was and what happened to Jessica," I instructed.

"Understood. We'll get on it right away. I'll keep you updated," James assured me.

With that handled, I picked up my car keys and took a deep breath. As I locked the door, memories of the simple routines Jessica and I had every morning assaulted me. I remembered waking up to the smell of breakfast and her warm smile, how she saw me off to my car every day as I left for work. The memory was so vivid that I could almost feel her presence beside me. But I snapped out of it, determined to find out the truth. I got into the car and drove to Dr. Johnson's hospital.

The drive to the hospital was filled with stressful thoughts. The main reason I was going to see Doctor Johnson at the hospital was because I needed to confirm for myself that Dr. Johnson hadn't quit his job and eloped with my wife. I needed to exhaust all possibilities so I could find out what really happened that night.

When I got to the hospital, I parked in the underground parking lot and took the elevator up to the reception.

"Good morning. I'm here to see Dr. Johnson," I said to the nursing personnel on duty.

"Good morning. Dr. Johnson's office is on the third floor, room 312," she replied with a polite smile.

I followed the directions and walked to Dr. Johnson's office. I knocked and was asked to enter. When I did, I took a moment to look around his office. It was modern and well-organized, with sleek furniture and framed diplomas on the walls. A large window let in plenty of natural light, illuminating the room. Dr. Johnson himself was a middle-aged man, professional yet friendly. He had graying hair at the temples and wore a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.

At seeing me, Dr. Johnson's face lit up with genuine surprise and excitement. "Mr Harrison Williams! It's good to see you. Come in, please, have a seat," he said, his enthusiasm throwing me for a loop. This wasn't how a guilty man acted when confronted by the husband of the woman he's supposedly been having an affair with.

"Dr. Johnson," I greeted him stiffly as I took a seat.

"How are you? How's Jessica?" he asked, his concern evident.

"I'm... not sure. That's actually why I'm here," I replied cautiously.

"Is she okay? Her mood, her health?" he pressed on, looking genuinely worried.

"I don't know. I thought everything was fine," I said, feeling even more confused. "Why do you ask?"

Dr. Johnson laughed softly. "Oh, she hasn't told you the good news yet? I guess she wanted to make it a surprise."

"Good news? What good news and what surprise?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I'm afraid I can't break doctor-patient confidentiality if she hasn't told you," he said apologetically.

I clenched my fists in frustration. "Look, Dr. Johnson, I came here because I need to know what's going on. I need to know if you're having an affair with my wife."

Dr. Johnson looked shocked. "An affair? Harrison, I assure you, Jessica and I are not in any form of s****l relationship."

"Then explain these," I said, showing him the pictures Derrick had sent me of him and Jessica together.

Dr. Johnson examined the photos, a look of understanding dawning on his face. "I see why you might think that, but this is a misunderstanding. Jessica has been coming to me for the past few weeks because she's been dealing with some personal health issues. She's been under a lot of stress, and as her doctor, I've been helping her manage it. The lunches were simply to discuss her treatment in a more relaxed environment. As for the hand-holding, it was a gesture of support and reassurance, nothing more."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by worry. "So, there's nothing between you two?"

"Absolutely not. Jessica loves you, Harrison. She talks about you all the time," Dr. Johnson said sincerely.

I took a deep breath and decided to tell him the truth. "Jessica is missing. I came home yesterday to find the house in disarray and her nowhere to be found."

Dr. Johnson's face turned serious. "That's concerning. But before we delve into that, there's something you should know. Jessica is two weeks pregnant with your child."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at him, stunned. "Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"Yes, she came to me to confirm it. That was the surprise she was planning. She wanted to tell you as soon as she could," he explained gently.

I was shocked by his words. It felt like the ground had shifted beneath me, leaving me disoriented and grasping for something solid to hold on to. Pregnant. Jessica was pregnant. A whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—joy, relief, fear, and an overwhelming sense of guilt.

My mind flashed back to the argument yesterday. The hurt in her eyes, the words she had said. She had tried to tell me, but I had been too hurt to listen, too hot-headed to notice the truth of the situation.

Fuck!

I had to redeem this. I had to find Jessica and fix our relationship. The realization that I was going to be a father filled me with a new sense of purpose. This wasn’t just about us anymore; it was about our future, our family. I couldn’t afford to let my doubts and insecurities destroy what we had.