CEO'S EX-Lover is A famous Doctor

Chapter3

OLIVIA'S POV

I woke up with swollen eyes, my cheeks dry from the tears I'd shed over the news of Daniel's engagement. I felt so foolish, like I’d been played for a fool. But despite the heartache, I managed to prepare for work, taking the Manhattan train and trying to compose myself. As I walked into the office, I kept my face neutral, determined not to let my emotions show.

The murmur of voices grew louder as I approached my desk, and then I heard clapping. I turned to see Daniel standing there, holding a woman’s hand. My stomach churned as I recognized his voice.

“Thank you, thank you, everyone,” he said, a broad smile on his face.

Was that Sophia? I wondered, my heart sinking. She was beautiful, standing next to him with a grace and confidence that made me feel small and insignificant.

I couldn’t believe how quickly everything had changed. Just weeks ago, we had been together, sharing moments of passion and connection. Now, he was engaged to someone else, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.

Daniel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Sophia, my fiancée,” he announced, pride evident in his tone.

I looked up, trying to keep my expression blank as our eyes briefly met. His gaze flickered with something—regret, guilt, maybe even sadness—but it was gone in an instant as he turned his attention back to the room.

I watched him walk to his office while Sophia introduced herself to everyone. The pain and confusion boiled over inside me. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I stormed into his office, slamming the door shut behind me.

“You left me! You left without even a call or message, and you return engaged?” I screamed, my voice shaking with betrayal.

“Olivia, it’s not what you think,” he said, his face full of concern.

“Not what I think? You are f*****g engaged, Daniel. Engaged! I can't believe I gave my heart to you. How could you do this to me, after all we had?” I wailed, the tears I had been holding back pouring out.

His expression shifted to sadness, and he tried to reach for me. “Olivia, please—”

I stepped back, avoiding his touch, but before he could say more, the door swung open. Sophia stood there, her expression cold and calculating. She must have heard us.

“It is true, huh?” she said, leaving the door open, so everyone could see and hear the spectacle.

“What do you mean, Sophia?” Daniel said, putting his hands on his waist, frustration clear in his voice.

“There is always an office w***e in every office,” she sneered, her eyes fixed on me.

“What? What did you just call me?” I stammered, trying to wipe away my tears.

“I said you’re a f*****g slut, you b***h!” she screamed and slapped me hard across the face.

I staggered back, looking to Daniel for some kind of intervention. Instead, he said the words that broke me completely. “She’s no one, okay? She doesn’t mean anything, and we have nothing going on.”

The horror of his words hit me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stay in that office another second. I turned and fled, the murmurs of the other employees and their judgmental stares burning into me.

I took a deep breath as I reached for my phone and bag, ready to finally head home after a long day. But just as I turned to leave, I heard my co-worker's sneering voice behind me.

"Look at you, Olivia," he said, a smirk evident in his tone. "Not even a year here, and you're already sleeping with the boss. Such a slut."I froze, his words hitting me like a physical blow. My heart shattered at the cruel accusation. I turned slowly to face him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Why would you say something like that?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "You don't even know me.

"He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "It's obvious, isn't it? You're always around Daniel. Everyone knows what's going on."

I just wanted to escape, to get out of this place that suddenly felt so hostile." Well, I think it all makes sense, walking around here all this while you office tramp," another co-worker sneered, crossing her arms.

Another chuckled, shaking his head. "I should have known, Sleeping your way to the top, how cliché."

Their words cut deep, each insult a fresh wound on my already battered heart. I tried to push past them, but another colleague blocked my path.

"You know," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, "it’s sad, really. You could have actually worked hard like the rest of us."

Pushing past her and grabbing my bags, keys, and something personal, I left the office, tears streaming down my face. The betrayal, the pain, it was all too much. The place that had once been my professional haven had turned into a nightmare. I needed to get away, to start over, to find a way to heal from the devastating realization that the man I had fallen for was nothing more than a liar and a coward.

I slumped on my couch as the tears came pouring down, memories of the encounter flashing before my eyes. "Did that really happen? Did I really mean anything to him?" I thought. A gut-wrenching feeling surged, and I rushed to the bathroom sink, throwing up. I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, my eyes blackened with mascara streaks from crying. Too depressed to eat anything, I lay on my bed still in my work clothes and fell asleep.

I awoke to a sharp stomach ache and a swollen nose. "I must be coming down with the flu," I thought. I finally peeled off my office clothes, threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, slipped into my flip-flops, and strolled to the clinic down the street for a check-up.

At the clinic, they took some blood work. Weirdly enough, being there seemed to lift my spirits a bit. Maybe it was the sterile environment or the hope of finding out what was wrong. But that hope was short-lived. The doctor came back with my results, and the news shattered my world anew.

“Congratulations, you are pregnant, ma’am.”

Oh God. How did this happen? Why now? The weight of the news hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't take this. I couldn't be here. I needed to leave this place, this city, this state. The idea of raising a child, especially with everything falling apart around me, felt impossible.

I stumbled out of the clinic, my mind racing. The streets of Manhattan felt suffocating, the noise and bustle closing in on me. I needed to think, to breathe, to figure out what the hell I was going to do next. My instinct was to run, from this city, from this state, to get as far away from Daniel and the painful memories as possible. But no matter where I went, this reality was coming with me.