The CEO’s Regret: Please Stay, My Wife

"You need to be hospitalized immediately! This is stage-four stomach cancer. If you keep delaying treatment, you won't last three months! How can any job be more important than your life? You can find another job, but once you're gone, you're gone for good!"

Jessica Watson went still for a second, then gave a slow shake of her head to the doctor in front of her.

She couldn't quit.

Dr. Chris Scott was baffled by her stubbornness to stay in the role, knowing full well she was doing it entirely for his sake.

For that man, she was willing to sacrifice everything, even her life.

Stanley Smith was everything to her: her boss, her husband, and the man she had loved for a very long time.

Despite their marriage, Stanley kept their relationship a secret, letting everyone at work believe he was a single man while no one suspected she was actually his wife.

"Dr. Scott," Jessica said, her face deathly pale, her voice weak. "I'll finish this last assignment, and then I won't come back."

"Are you listening to yourself?!" Chris was both furious and worried, but he knew he couldn't change her mind. He pulled out his phone, added her on WhatsApp, and sent her his personal number. "If you need help, contact me anytime—day or night."

"Thank you." Jessica nodded gratefully, forcing a reassuring smile. "I'll take care of myself. If I'm still alive in three months, I'll go abroad with you for treatment."

Just as she was about to put her phone away, it rang.

Caller ID: Mr. Smith.

Chris saw a brief spark of hope in Jessica's otherwise dull eyes.

"Mr. Smith, what can I do for you?" She answered quickly, her tone filled with anticipation.

"Where are you?" The voice on the other end was cold, devoid of emotion.

Jessica flinched at the icy tone. "I... I took some personal time off."

"Cancel it. Get to the Weiss Resort Hotel within the hour." His voice was detached and business-like to the point of cruelty. "Lydia and I are surrounded by paparazzi."

Chris had no idea what the person on the phone told her, but he watched as the spark in Jessica's eyes instantly vanished.

A moment later, she hurriedly changed out of her hospital gown and left.

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On the way to the hotel, Jessica called the office first, instructing her assistant to activate emergency crisis management and have the PR team meet her at the hotel. Then she quickly contacted the media outlets she had cultivated relationships with, telling them to stand by.

She made it there in under forty-five minutes and found Stanley's assistant waiting in the lobby to hand over a keycard.

She accepted the card blankly and headed for the elevator, her heart heavy with a dull ache.

Room 6908. The Honeymoon Presidential Suite.

She paused at the door for a minute to gather her courage before giving a formal knock.

"Mr. Smith, it's me. The PR team is ready."

Her voice sounded steady and professional, even to her own ears.

The pain and bitterness were buried deep inside.

After a moment, the door swung inward.

Lydia Moore answered the door looking like she’d just woken up, her silk robe draped loosely to show a provocative camisole beneath.

Seeing Jessica, she tucked a strand of messy hair behind her ear and smiled shyly. "Sorry, he's still in the shower. Come on in."

Jessica forced down the churning emotions in her chest and asked politely, "Is this a good time?"

Before Lydia could answer, an impatient, husky voice came from inside. "Are you going to stand in the doorway so the paparazzi can get a clear shot of the room?"