CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Inside the hotel room, the place was a mess.

Nina Walker woke up, her entire body sore and achy. She rubbed her temples, preparing to rise, and glanced at the tall figure lying next to her. His strikingly handsome face boasted sharply defined features and deep-set eyes. He remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.

Nina sat up, the sheets slipping off, revealing faint marks on her fair, sensual shoulders. She got out of bed, bloodstains clearly visible on the sheets.

Glancing at the time, realizing she was almost late for work, she grabbed her scattered professional attire from the floor and changed into it. Her stockings were already torn by him. She balled them up and tossed them into the trash, slipping on her high heels.

There was a knock at the door. Nina was already neatly dressed, back in her role as an efficient secretary, holding her purse as she headed out. Entering was a pure-looking beauty. Nina had called her. The type that Nash York liked. Nina said, "You just need to wait for Mr. York to wake up in bed, nothing needs to be said."

She glanced back at the man sleeping on the bed, a bitter taste rising within her, yet she still left the room. Nina didn't want Nash to find out they had slept together yesterday. They had an agreement - three years of secret marriage, then they could divorce. During this time, no love or any intimate acts should be involved...

She had been Nash's personal secretary for seven years and his wife for three. From the day she graduated, she stayed by his side and never left. It was also that day when he warned her that their relationship could only be that of superior and subordinate, never to transcend this hierarchy.

Nina stood by the corridor window, still pondering over yesterday's events, him holding her in bed, calling out "Mira." Her heart clenched fiercely. Mira was his first love. He had treated her as a replacement for Mira. She understood Nash; he wouldn't want anything with her.

This marriage, which she alone took seriously, had to come to an end. The events of last night served as the closing chapter to their three years together. As she checked her phone, a headline caught her eye: "Rising Star Singer Miranda Lewis Returns Home with Fiancé!"

Nina's grip on the phone tightened, bitterness flooding her heart, her nose prickling with the sting of realization. Finally, she understood why he had drowned himself in alcohol the previous night and why he had cried in her arms.

Cold wind blew against her, and she gave a bitter smile, putting away her phone and retrieving a pack of cigarettes from her bag. Lighting one up, she held it between her slender index and middle fingers, the smoke swirling around her, veiling her lonely yet beautiful face in a haze. At that moment, Taylor Lawson hurried over, panting, "Nina, Mr. York's suit has arrived, I'll