A Second Marriage into a Prestigious Family, Chasing the CEO

She was an obstetrician. She had once experienced a love that left a deep mark on her heart, but in the end, it couldn’t withstand the mistress’s interference. She signed the divorce papers and walked away in despair, carrying their unborn child. He was a legend in the business world, and he too had loved with all his heart. But cruel reality had struck: his beloved wife had died, and their son, born less than two months earlier, was gone too. They had met a few times, and she remembered him well. He had never accompanied his wife to prenatal appointments. When she was in labor and needed his signature, no one could find him. She had thought he was an irresponsible husband, but... In the intensive care unit, he knelt beside his beloved wife’s bed and wept uncontrollably. “Other people can have babies without any trouble. Why can’t we?” In all her years working in obstetrics, she had heard those words before, but they still tore at her heart. A year later, she ran into him at a cafe and asked bluntly, “Would you like to be my daughter’s stepfather?” She didn’t know everything about him, but she knew his wife had died of an amniotic fluid embolism and that doctors had ultimately failed to save his son. He had lost both his beloved wife and child within two months. She had also taken part in the resuscitation, and would never forget what his wife had said to her before she died. She would never tell him that secret. He recognized her too. He didn’t find her words offensive and, after a moment of surprise, replied coolly, “A year ago, I lost my wife and child.” “I know. I’m divorced, and I have a daughter. If you’re willing, meet me at the civil affairs office tomorrow at nine. You can be late if you want, but if you’re not there by ten, I’ll find someone else.” Then she walked out of the cafe.