ONE NIGHT WITH MY SECRET CEO HUSBAND

THE RESTROOM TRAP

CHAPTER TWELVE

Elena Carter lay slumped on the cold restroom floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. Every muscle ached, her head throbbed, and her stomach twisted violently as if the nausea had multiplied tenfold. Her palms were clammy, her breaths shallow. She pressed her hand to her abdomen, trying to calm the constant queasiness, but it was useless.

*Why is this happening?* she whispered, her voice barely audible. *I can’t… I can’t handle this…*

She tried to stand, but her legs buckled beneath her. She slid back against the tile wall, curling into herself, feeling utterly trapped. The metallic smell of the restroom and the echo of dripping water did nothing to soothe her panic. She felt small, helpless, and completely isolated.

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Outside, the staff Vanessa had assigned lingered, whispering among themselves. One of them leaned against the door, smirking faintly. “She’s barely holding on. I think she might actually collapse.”

Another replied quietly, “She’s weaker than I expected. I didn’t think the new hire could survive a single day here.”

The third staff member, younger and hesitant, bit their lip nervously. “I… I don’t like this. It feels wrong.”

The two others sneered at the comment. “Relax. Just follow instructions. We don’t question orders here.”

Elena’s heart raced. She didn’t know who had planned this, but she could sense the malice in every movement outside the door. Her fear escalated, mingling with nausea and dizziness until she felt faint. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and she closed them, trying to focus on her breathing.

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Meanwhile, Dominic Wolfe had stormed out of his office. Something had felt off since the morning meeting—the unusual silence, the uneasy expressions of his staff, the sense that something had gone wrong. He scanned the hallway, his sharp eyes instantly catching the guilty, nervous looks of several employees.

“What is going on?” he demanded, his voice low, controlled, yet laced with danger.

One staff member stammered, “…We… we don’t know, sir.”

Dominic’s gaze hardened. “Don’t lie to me! Tell me exactly where she is.”

A terrified glance exchanged between them, then a hesitant whisper: “…The restroom…”

Dominic’s jaw tightened. Without hesitation, he moved toward the door, his long strides covering the distance in seconds. He banged on the door. “Elena! Open this door now!”

Silence answered him.

With a swift kick, he forced the door open. Inside, Elena lay slumped against the wall, pale and trembling. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, her trembling hands clutching her stomach instinctively.

“Elena…” Dominic’s voice dropped to a gentle growl, a mix of concern and controlled fury. He knelt beside her, brushing her hair from her damp forehead. “Stay with me.”

Her eyes fluttered weakly. “…Dominic…”

He scooped her into his arms with care, supporting her fragile body. Her weight felt negligible, yet the vulnerability it conveyed sent a sharp pang through him. Whoever had orchestrated this—whoever had caused her this much fear—would pay.

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Carrying her to the elevator, Dominic’s expression remained tense. Elena leaned against his chest, her breaths shallow, a faint shiver running through her body. Every step made her stomach churn further, and she pressed her hands against it instinctively.

*Something’s wrong…* she thought weakly. *It feels… different.*

Dominic noticed the subtle movements, the way she clutched herself. His protective instincts surged. *She’s been weakened… more than just from fear. Something is affecting her body. I need to know what’s going on.*

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Once in his office, he laid her carefully on the sofa, brushing loose strands of hair from her pale face. She trembled violently, her breathing uneven. He grabbed a glass of water and offered it to her, though her hands shook too much to take it.

“You’re going to be okay,” he said softly, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his worry. “We’ll figure out exactly what’s wrong. You just need to rest for now.”

Elena’s lips trembled as she tried to speak. “…I feel… strange. Sick all the time…”

Dominic’s gaze softened. “It’s more than just being sick,” he said carefully, almost to himself. “We’re going to the hospital. You’re going to be checked.”

Her heart raced. “…Hospital? But… I don’t…”

“Yes,” Dominic said firmly. “You’ve been through too much already today. And I need to know what’s happening with your body.”

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As he prepared to carry her to the car, Vanessa’s staff lingered nervously in the office, fearful of Dominic’s intense presence. Even without knowing the full scope of Vanessa’s scheme, they felt the weight of his wrath and dared not speak.

Dominic didn’t waste another moment. He held Elena carefully as he navigated the hallway, her weight delicate yet significant. Her hands instinctively moved to her stomach, and she flinched with every jolt of nausea that struck her.

“Hold on,” he murmured, adjusting her in his arms. “I’ve got you. Nothing will hurt you now.”

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At the hospital, Elena was placed on a bed, the sterile scent of disinfectant making her stomach twist again. Dominic stayed close, holding her hand as nurses and doctors prepared to examine her. Her breaths were shaky, each one accompanied by a faint wave of panic.

*What’s happening to me?* she thought, fear coursing through her. *I’ve never felt like this before…*

A nurse approached with a clipboard. “We’ll start with basic tests. Blood, urine… and a pregnancy test to rule out any possibilities,” she said professionally.

Elena froze slightly, her hands moving to her stomach. Dominic’s eyes met hers, a silent question in his gaze.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, squeezing her hand. “Whatever it is… we’ll handle it together.”

Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of relief and lingering fear. For the first time since arriving at Wolfe Industries, she felt the weight of someone truly protecting her.

And deep down, she feared and hoped at the same time for what the tests might reveal.