The CEO's Destined Child

After years of trying, I was finally pregnant through IVF, only for my husband to decide he wanted to harvest my bone marrow to save his one true love. My heart died then and there. Five years of marriage had turned my life into a sick joke. I was wandering through the hospital like a ghost when my attending physician suddenly stopped me. “Mrs. Smith,” he said, his voice urgent, “the child you’re carrying… it isn’t Mr. Smith’s. There was a mix-up with the sperm sample.” In that instant, I came back to life. Thank God. This baby wasn't the child of that bastard. I stared at the doctor, my gaze unwavering. “Tell me,” I demanded, “who is the father of my child?” The doctor hesitated, then uttered a name known to everyone in Silverlight City. “It’s… Alexander.”