The Billionaire’s Mistaken Heir

Willow's pov. I tapped my fingers on my lap anxiously, watching the pregnant women walking back and forth. Some of them came with their partners while some friends, or relatives. I was the only one there alone. And the only one not pregnant. “Willow,” the nurse called with a smile. There was no need for verification or anything. She already knew me. I have been here more times than anyone she has ever met. I have been coming here for five years in a row. I inhaled deeply, staring at the wall for a moment, my hand finding my belly. Jake and I have been trying for years. He has been supportive in every way— until now. I can't blame him though. He has been patient enough. I have gone through many IVF— more times that I could count and still nothing was successful. Jake tried his best to be supportive but his mother— the little b***h has never missed an opportunity to remind me that I couldn't bear a child. I even started paying the bills myself and gave up my career still nothing satisfied that old hag. She clearly stated what she wanted and if i couldn't give her that this time? I don't want to even imagine what she will do to me. I looked at the nurse with a sigh. It was best I get this over with. I gently got up and walked to the office, nodding politely to greet a couple as I walked past them. “Willow,” mila, my best friend and gynecologist greeted me with a warm smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “You said the results were out,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as it was choked with fear. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched her check through her files. This was it. The results that can make or break my marriage. I exhaled sharply, sitting up as she finally brought out a single paper. Her plain reaction increased my anxiety. The results must be negative. It had to be. If it was positive, her reaction wouldn't have been this. “Well, the results did come back—” “Did you run it twice?” I interrupted her. She paused, looking up at me with a death glare, her lips pressed into thin lines. Mila hated being cut short and she definitely didn't like someone telling her how she should do her job. But I'm sure she understands the situation. She rolls her eyes back to the results. “We did it twice and the results—” she drawled. I leaned forward, my heart pounding loudly that it hurt. My teeth were sinking into my lower lips but I didn't care. None of that mattered at the moment. “You are pregnant,” she laughed, jumping up in joy. I froze. “W— what?” I stuttered, my eyes darting left and right for a while before it returned to her. She ran to me, wrapping her hands around my neck. “I'm so happy for you, Willow,” she revealed, her voice choking with tears. It took a moment for the revelation to sink in. And when it did, the tears rushed out. I couldn't believe that after five years of trying, getting bullied by my mother in law and his sister, I was finally going to have a child. I have never been happier than I was today. “Thank you,” I finally muttered, placing a hand on her arm that was around my neck. She was the only one who had stood by me all these years. And funny enough, we were once enemies. And for absolutely no good reason. It started back in high school, we never talked or anything. But somehow, somewhere, a silent rivalry formed between us. And we just decided, without words, that we didn’t like each other. But after she heard what I was going through a few years ago she reached out to me and ever since then we have been good friends. “You should call Jake,” she added, releasing me from her embrace. “And you should send me a video of his mouth falling off when you tell me.” I laughed, nodding my head in agreement as I slowly got up, one of my hands rubbing my belly. “I don’t know what to say,” I muttered, my eyes slowly lifting up. “You can start going home to tell Jake,” she laughed, pointing to the door. “Well go,” she shouted. I nodded, rushing out of the door. I hailed a taxi home, a bright smile playing on my lips throughout the drive. The city has never been more beautiful than today. Immediately the driver stopped at the gate, I rushed out like someone chased by my worst nightmare. I flung the door open, and rushed in. “Jake,” I called, checking every corner of the house but there was no sign of him. The one time I needed to see my husband, he was nowhere to be found. I picked up my phone to call him and that was when I noticed a purse lying on the couch. And it wasn't mine. I froze, the smile on my face slowly dissolving as I cautiously walked towards the bag. Jake told him today was his day off and if I could remember correctly, Jake's female assistant was fired a few days ago for something Jake wouldn't tell me. I picked up the bag and carefully searched its contents but nothing revealed the owner of the bag except that the person liked make-up. Just as I was about to stop my intrusive thoughts from taking over, I heard something drop from upstairs. My head snapped up immediately, my hands wrapped around my belly. Someone was upstairs. “Jake,” I called out but there was no response. Sucking in deep breaths, I decided to go check it out. I checked every corner of the house but found nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and turned to go when I heard a faint but unmistakably a moan. I slowly turned my head towards Jake's office. He had warned me several times not to enter his office without knocking or taking permission and I have always done that— until now. The moan was something I couldn't ignore. I slowly walked towards the door, my heart pounding loudly as I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. My mouth fell open releasing a silent scream. Jake and my best friend, Eleanor, were having s*x.