The CEO Lost Me, the Doctor Won My Heart novel Chapter 1

Lucas Turner came to the hospital hoping to cure his migraines.

Even though he hadn't had one in ten years.

He just didn't expect to run into me in a hospital room.

His childhood sweetheart, Lila, clung to his arm, looking as graceful and delicate as ever.

As if I, his legal wife, didn't even exist.

I lay there quietly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"All this over one little fight?" he scoffed.

Lucas glanced at the sign above the door—"Orthopedic Trauma Unit"—and sneered, "You didn't break a leg or anything.

What trauma?"

When the accident happened, both my hands were crushed under the wheels.

The same hands that had massaged away his migraines for ten years.

My right hand fractured.

My left hand already going numb.

But there was no visible wound.

A nurse passed by.

Lucas instinctively shielded Lila, as if she were some fragile doll.

He didn't even look at me when he spoke.

"You can have the villa on Westbrook Drive, plus a car from the garage."

"I'll put them in your name."

"Once you're done faking this, come home."

"Three days without a massage."

"Cold-hearted as ever. Some wife you are."

His voice was flat, like he was reprimanding a maid who had refused to do her job.

His migraines had no cure.

Except for my hands.

Back when we were dating, I had just learned massage therapy.

Every time I worked on him, his hair would get all messy.

He'd hum in satisfaction, mumbling about how he couldn't let me do it for free—he had to get me a gift.

Somewhere along the way, the excitement of getting gifts turned into numb, transactional exchanges.

And the woman he now went out of his way to please… wasn't me.

I propped my chin up with my barely functioning left hand and laughed, loud and carefree.

"A house and a car? That's all it takes to buy me?"

"You're right."

"If I want to be the perfect Mrs. Turner, I really should learn from Miss Lila."

His eyes turned icy.

I must have struck a nerve because his voice carried a sharp edge.

"Enough with the sarcasm."

"Antonia, is there anyone you're actually capable of getting along with?"

Then he spat out two words.

"Classless. Crude."

I couldn't help it—I laughed.

Once upon a time, when we first started dating, his grandmother had called me exactly that.

Back then, Lucas had been furious.

He'd refused to speak to her for six months.

I turned my head away, laughing so hard a tear rolled down my cheek.

"After all these years, your grandma still throws the best insults."

I paused, then said softly,

"Lucas, let's get a divorce."