Betrayal:The Billionaire accidental Bride

A Dimly lit room!

I felt like I was swimming in a sea of confusion as I slowly regained consciousness in the dimly lit room. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and the room seemed to spin gently around me. It felt as if I had indulged in a night of heavy drinking, yet I knew deep down that I had consumed no alcohol.But I was conscious ,I could remember what brought me in this dimly lit room , with a scent or lavender and cherry blossoms, the bed sheets I sleep on ,were more like the ones in my own bed back at the mansion. soft and crispy.

As I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, a thought cut through the fog in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine."So Wesley Kane is my secret admirer and the father of my children?" The words escaped my lips before I even had a chance to process them, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Was it possible that the secret admirer I had been unknowingly pining for was none other than Wesley Kane, someone who is my patient, someone I operated on ,I never thought it could be him , he had always seemed out of reach?

"Yes, dear, I promised to see you soon, and the day has come!" The voice that responded was both familiar and captivating, drawing me in despite my inner turmoil. It was a voice I had heard countless times before, but never in person. How is that possible? what took him so long ? That coarse hoarse voice turning my stomach upside down is what I loved.

I opened my eyes tentatively, reluctantly mingling with anticipation as I gazed into a pair of big piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through me. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race, his presence filling the room with a charged energy that crackled between us.

"How do you feel? I thought you were strong, but you amaze me by fainting. A smart girl like you would have already joined the dots by now!" Wesley's voice was laced with amusement, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something deeper that I couldn't quite decipher.

" How was I supposed to guess that, I knew your voice not your face, and not even your name," I spoke, glaring at him .

" But you are a genius, I have never seen or met a lady Soo smart, My God you amaze me,I could not wait to get well!" He said still smiling. The white bandage still on place and I wondered was he not in pain. That wound needs a month to be healed and he could not wait to be well.

"How... maybe I just did not want to. Get out of here, believe me, I am going to slap you until I faint again!" I retorted, my words tinged with bitterness and disbelief. The situation felt surreal, like a dream from which I couldn't awaken. Wesley's sudden appearance and his revelation about our connection had left me reeling, unsure of how to react.

A wry smile played on Wesley's lips as he leaned closer, his gaze unwavering. "I doubt you would faint again, my dear. You're far too stubborn for that," he teased, his tone teasing yet fond. There was a familiarity in the way he spoke to me, as if he knew me better than I knew myself.

As the initial shock began to subside, a whirlwind of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Questions tumbled through my mind, each more pressing than the last. How had I not realized the truth before? And what did this revelation mean for our past, present, and future?

Wesley must have sensed my internal turmoil, for he reached out a hand to gently cup my cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me when I say that everything happens for a reason. Our paths were meant to cross, even if it took us a while to see it," he murmured softly.

I couldn't help but lean into his touch, the uncertainty and fear melting away in the warmth of his presence. Despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me, there was a sense of peace that settled over me when he was near.

As Wesley's words echoed through the luxurious hotel room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and curiosity. My patient, Wesley, was a man shrouded in mystery and wealth, yet here he was, sitting before me with a wound that needed careful attention.

"My patient is supposed to be resting, not gallivanting around in fancy hotels," I retorted, trying to emphasize the importance of his recovery. But as I glanced at him, I couldn't deny the undeniable allure that emanated from his presence. Wesley was not just handsome; he exuded a magnetic charm that I found myself drawn to despite my professional demeanor.

As Wesley continued to speak, his words carrying a hint of urgency, I couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic circumstances that had led me to him. His wealth and reputation preceded him, but there was something deeper beneath the surface that piqued my interest.

"I understand there are questions that need answers," Wesley said, his voice soft yet filled with certainty. "But trust me, I've been with you every step of the way."

His words caught me off guard, stirring a sense of intrigue within me. What did he mean by being there from the beginning? And why had it taken over three years for our paths to finally cross?

As I tried to gather my thoughts, Wesley's gentle touch on my hair sent a shiver down my spine. Despite my efforts to maintain a professional stance, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him. The inner workings of my mind spun with conflicting thoughts, torn between my duties as a doctor and the undeniable attraction I felt towards this enigmatic man before me.

I stared at him and I tried to remember that dull night, he was sleeping comfortably next to me, I never even saw his face but I remembered the blue eyes everything else remained a mystery. I smiled,he must have answers,and I really need those answers.

"Where are my children?" I blurted out, the weight of my responsibilities as a mother flooding back into my mind. "And I'm starving," I added, a reminder of the basic needs that had taken a backseat in the midst of the unfolding events.

" The children are safe with Jenny and Johnny, But your patient needs your attention, Check me out for I want this day to be memorable!" He said watching me with those blue eyes that are a photocopy of his children. Wesley's insistence on me checking his wound brought me back to the present moment. Pushing aside the whirlwind of emotions and questions swirling within me, I focused on the task at hand. With practiced ease, I approached Wesley, ready to assess the wound that had brought us together.

" Are you in pain ?" I asked, helping him to lie down , every thing else that I needed was present ,he came prepared,so I wore my protective coat and gloves ready to explore his wound.

As I examined the injury, my hands moved with precision, my mind clear and focused. Despite the distractions and unanswered questions that lingered in the air, I couldn't deny the professional pride that surged within me as I tended to Wesley's wound.

"There, all done," I said, stepping back to assess my handiwork. "You should continue to rest and let the healing process take its course."

With a sense of accomplishment, I tried to push aside the lingering thoughts that clouded my mind. But as I looked into Wesley's eyes, a silent understanding passed between us, unspoken words hanging in the air like a delicate thread connecting our fates.

"I appreciate your care, Doctor," Wesley said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I know there are many uncertainties surrounding our meeting, but I believe that everything happens for a reason."

His words resonated with me, stirring a sense of acceptance within my tumultuous thoughts. While the mysteries of our intertwined paths remained unsolved, there was a sense of trust that blossomed between us, a silent agreement to embrace ourselves.

It was time to step out, obviously he was not going to rest, so I don't have to try convince him otherwise. The hotel room bathed in a soft glow, enveloping us in a tranquil atmosphere. The weight of the unspoken lingered in the air, a palpable energy that bound us together in a dance of fate and chance.

"I should go," I said reluctantly, the pull of the unknown tugging at my heart," You should rest!" I gave it my best shot.

Before I could ponder the implications of my words, Wesley's hand reached out to gently grasp mine, a silent gesture that spoke volumes of understanding and appreciation.

"Thank you, Doctor," Wesley said, his gaze unwavering. "But you are not leaving me here,we are going together!"

"I... I don't know what to say," I stammered, feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way I had never experienced before. Wesley's gaze softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and compassion that took my breath away.

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know that I'm here for you, and I always will be," he whispered, his words a balm to my troubled soul. In that moment, all the walls I had built around my heart began to crumble, leaving me open and raw before him.

As we walked in silence, the weight of his confession hung heavy in the air between us. "I never would have imagined that you were my secret admirer all along," I finally confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. Wesley's eyes softened further, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I may have been a fool to keep it a secret for so long, but I wanted to make sure that when the time was right, you would know the truth," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. There was a vulnerability in his words that mirrored my own, a shared sense of longing and hesitation that bound us together.

"I can't pretend to understand everything that has led us to this moment, but I know that there's something here worth exploring," I said, my voice gaining strength with each word. Wesley's eyes lit up with a spark of hope, his expression mirroring my own newfound resolve.

"Then let's explore it together, one step at a time," he said, his hand finding mine in a gesture that felt both familiar and new. As our fingers intertwined, a sense of peace settled over me, the knowledge that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The companionable silence, that followed our intertwined hands a symbol of the connection that bound us, I knew that this was only the beginning of our love journey. My heart agreed that I was in the right hands,something I never felt with Josh.

Talking about Josh, I wish he could see me now after abusing me and calling me promiscuous, he should meet the father of my children and only then will he get to understand the world is a funny place to be at.

Zensley was the first to spot us, and he ran towards us, Kensley was engaged in her play,jumping up in a trampoline, a glance at us and even without shoes ,she ran towards us too ,and as I scooped Zensley in my hands , Kensley was already in her father's hands.