Loved as someone else

Jacqueline's POV "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. The doctor looked down at the paper in her hands before lifting her gaze back to me. A gentle smile spread across her face. "Yes, Mrs. Diaz. The test results are very clear." She pushed the document toward me across the desk. "You are six weeks pregnant." For a moment, I just stared at her. Six weeks...Pregnant. The words echoed in my mind as if my brain was struggling to process them. "I..." My lips parted, but no sound came out. Then suddenly it hit me. "Oh my goodness!" A laugh burst out of my throat before I could stop it. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might jump out of my chest. I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant! If someone had told me this yesterday, I probably would have laughed in their face. Yet here I was, sitting in a hospital chair, staring at the paper in my hands that confirmed the impossible. "I thought I was sick," I said breathlessly. "I've been feeling dizzy for days, and this morning I couldn't even keep breakfast down." The doctor chuckled softly. "That's very common in early pregnancy." Pregnancy. Even hearing the word made my chest swell with happiness. "Thank you," I blurted out, suddenly jumping to my feet. The chair behind me scraped loudly against the floor and tipped over with a clatter. "Oh!" My face burned as I quickly bent down to pick it up. "I'm so sorry." The doctor laughed warmly, clearly amused by my clumsiness. "It's perfectly alright," she said. "I see reactions like this all the time." I straightened the chair and bowed slightly, clutching the test result in my hand. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I probably looked ridiculous. But for the first time in a long while, I didn't care. For four years, I had tried my best to behave properly as Cameron Diaz's wife. I watched my words, my posture, my actions... always careful not to embarrass him. But right now? I felt like a child who had just been handed the greatest gift in the world. Because this baby... My hand slowly drifted to my stomach. This baby might finally change everything. Cameron and I had been married for four years. Four long years. Yet in all that time, we had barely lived like a real couple. He rarely came home. When he did, he hardly spoke to me. Sometimes he looked at me as if my mere presence annoyed him, it did... And on our wedding night... He hadn't even shown up. Thinking about it still made my chest ache. But things had changed recently. Six weeks ago, Cameron had returned from a business trip late at night. He had been drunk. Very drunk. I had never seen him like that before. That night… he finally let me in. He held me. And for the first time since our marriage began, Cameron Diaz treated me like his wife. It had been the most beautiful night of my life. After that, something about him softened. He no longer looked at me with open disgust. We sometimes had breakfast together. Occasionally, he even asked about my day. It wasn't much. But for me, it meant everything. And now… I looked down at my stomach again, my eyes filling with tears. "This baby will make him finally see me," I whispered softly. Maybe he hadn't loved me before. Maybe he had only married me because of his grandmother's wishes. But this child… This child would connect us forever. I sounded like a desperate wife... But I didn't care. I loved my husband. Cameron might not love me yet, but surely he would be happy to become a father. His grandmother would certainly be thrilled. She adored children and often hinted about wanting a great-grandchild. My chest tightened with excitement. I couldn't wait to tell him. "Thank you again, doctor," I said sincerely. She smiled. "Congratulations, Mrs. Diaz." Still grinning like a fool, I walked out of the hospital. ... The entire drive to the Diaz Group headquarters, my mind was racing with possibilities. How would Cameron react? Would he be shocked? Happy? Maybe he would pull me into his arms and spin me around. The thought made me laugh nervously. Or perhaps he would finally confess that he loved me. My cheeks warmed at the idea. No matter how he reacted, I was sure he wouldn't be unhappy about becoming a father. After all, this was wonderful news. Originally, I planned to go home and wait until evening to tell him. But the more I thought about it, the more impossible that felt. I couldn't wait that long. I needed to see his face when he heard the news. So instead of turning toward home, I changed direction. My destination was Cameron's law firm. ... The Diaz Group building was even more impressive up close. A towering glass skyscraper stretched high into the sky, its polished surface reflecting the afternoon sunlight. My husband owned the entire building. Every floor. I knew Cameron was incredibly wealthy, but standing here now made me realize just how powerful he really was. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The lobby was enormous, with marble floors and a high ceiling that made the place feel more like a luxury hotel than an office building. I walked toward the reception desk with a smile. "Hello," I said politely. "I'm here to see Cameron Diaz." The receptionist barely glanced at me before returning her attention to her phone. "Oh," she muttered flatly. She kept scrolling for nearly a minute before finally speaking again. "Do you have an appointment?" Normally, I might have been offended by her dismissive tone. But today? Nothing could ruin my mood. I shook my head happily. "No, I don't. But that's okay because I'm his wife." The woman paused. Then she scoffed. "Mr. Diaz is married?" she said sarcastically. A smirk curled on her lips. "Do you know how many women come in here claiming the same thing?" My smile faded slightly. Trick? Why would I... "Mrs. Diaz?" A familiar voice interrupted us. I turned and saw James, Cameron's personal assistant, walking toward me with a polite smile. "What brings you here today?" he asked. Now that was the reaction I had expected. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the receptionist stiffen. I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my lips. "James," I said calmly, adjusting the strap of my purse. "Take me to Cameron's office." For a brief second, something flickered across his face. Something strange. But it disappeared so quickly I wasn't sure I had seen it at all. "Of course, ma'am," he said. He led me toward a private elevator. We rode in silence to the top floor. When the doors opened, a quiet hallway stretched ahead of us. James stopped in front of a large wooden door. "Please wait here while I inform Mr. Diaz that you've arrived." I smiled and waved dismissively. "Oh, that's not necessary." His hand tightened on the doorknob. "Ma'am, Mr. Diaz currently has a visitor..." "It's fine," I said lightly. I wanted to surprise Cameron. Wouldn't it be sweeter if he heard the news directly from me? Before James could say anything else, I pushed the door open. "Camero..." The word died in my throat. My eyes immediately found my husband. He was sitting on the edge of his desk. But he wasn't alone. A tall blonde woman stood between his legs, laughing softly as her hands rested on his shoulders. Cameron's arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Their faces were only inches apart. I froze. The woman leaned forward slightly, whispering something into his ear. Cameron chuckled. Then his hand slid up her back, and he pulled her closer. And their lips met. My purse slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Neither of them noticed. My heart felt like it had stopped beating. "C… Cameron?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. But the two people in front of me were far too busy kissing to hear it. And suddenly, the paper in my purse... the one that confirmed I was carrying his child... felt heavier than anything in the world. "This can't be..."