The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Liam's POV

I arrived at the office before dawn, desperate to speak with Hazel. My plan was simple: explain everything, beg for forgiveness, and somehow repair the damage I had caused over the past few days. But Damian crushed those hopes the moment he spotted me in the reception area.

"Get to your office. She's not coming in today. I gave her time off because she needs it and deserves it. And I promised the team you wouldn't harass her today," Damian stated firmly.

"Damn it, Damian!" I snapped like an angry child. "Let's grab some coffee."

In the break room, Fiona, Owen, and Stella were huddled together, their whispered conversation dying the instant we appeared. After some awkward small talk, Damian, Owen, and I retreated to my office.

"Alright, Owen, what aren't you telling me?" I confronted him directly.

"I have no idea what you mean," Owen responded, avoiding eye contact.

"Cut the act! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" I stepped closer, studying his face. "What's happening with Hazel? Why are you suddenly acting like her personal bodyguard? Why are you having secret conversations with Stella and Fiona? What information are you hiding from me?"

"It's not my responsibility to share that with you," Owen finally admitted.

"So there is something?" I pressed.

Owen's discomfort was obvious, but my phone interrupted the interrogation. Dr. Evans's office appeared on the screen. I answered immediately, and his secretary apologized before explaining that the doctor had urgently requested she contact me about an important email he had sent.

My pulse quickened. The test results had arrived. I rushed to my computer and opened my inbox. The message blazed across the screen.

From: Gabriel Evans

To: Liam Sterling

Subject: URGENT! Your test results

Liam,

I apologize for the delay, but an emergency required my immediate attention, and I only reviewed your tests this morning. The results are quite shocking.

Regarding your toxicology screening, my suspicions were confirmed. Your test returned positive for morphine at extremely high concentrations. Someone dissolved pills in your beverage, administering a massive dose that rendered you unconscious. With that level of morphine in your bloodstream, you would have been physically incapable of standing, much less engaging in sexual relations. You were deliberately drugged.

The DNA test results are even more astounding because the test could not be completed. Along with DNA samples, I collected specimens for a beta-HCG test, which detects pregnancy and determines gestational age, to verify if your fiancee's pregnancy timeline aligned with your alleged encounter. However, your fiancee has not been pregnant recently. She is not pregnant now. Therefore, the DNA test was impossible to perform. This entire situation is fraudulent.

Test documentation is attached. Contact me if you require additional clarification.

Gabriel Evans

Medical Director, Santo Hospital

Obstetrician-Gynecologist

I examined the attached test documentation carefully. The evidence was undeniable. How could anyone sink to such depths of deception?

"What's wrong, Liam?" Damian inquired, but I was speechless. He approached my computer and read Dr. Evans's message. "Unbelievable! I knew something was wrong!" Damian slammed his palm against my desk.

Owen hurried over to view the screen, his expression shifting to relief as he processed the results.

"I'm ending this nightmare immediately!" I declared, fury coursing through me.

"Hold on, Liam. We should examine the party footage and identify who drugged you," Damian reminded me. "It was probably the server who brought your drink on the balcony, but we need to discover his identity and who paid him to do this."

"I'll handle that investigation! I arranged the catering service," Owen volunteered.

"I need to see Hazel right now and explain everything," I said, emotion overwhelming me.

"Absolutely not! First, you're going to resolve this disaster and eliminate those two manipulators. Then you can speak with Hazel," Owen warned sternly.

"Then tell me what's happening, Owen, because I know something is going on," I demanded impatiently.

"Yes, there is something. But you'll clean up this mess first," Owen insisted. "Don't even attempt to pressure me because I won't reveal anything. I'm going to review that footage."

"I can't concentrate on work right now," I admitted. "I still don't understand how they created that ultrasound image I saw."

"Liam, the doctor's secretary provided you with her contact information. Call her directly, maybe she can provide more details," Damian suggested.

"Excellent idea. Will you accompany me? I refuse to be alone with any woman ever again." My statement was serious, but Damian erupted in laughter.

The weight of betrayal pressed down on me like a physical force. Someone had orchestrated this elaborate scheme to destroy my relationship with Hazel, and I was determined to uncover every detail. The morphine explained my memory gaps and physical helplessness that night. The fake pregnancy explained Penelope's urgency and manipulation. But questions remained about who else was involved and how deep this conspiracy reached.

My hands trembled as I saved the test results to my desktop. The evidence would vindicate me, but the damage to Hazel's trust might be irreparable. I had accused her of jealousy and dismissed her concerns when she was the only person who truly cared about my wellbeing.

The irony wasn't lost on me that Owen, who knew Hazel's secret, was now protecting her from me. Whatever she was hiding, it was significant enough that my closest friends had formed a protective barrier around her. That realization terrified me more than Penelope's deception ever could.