After Morning Sickness: My Ex-boyfriend's Plea for Reunion

The call from the hospital left me reeling. They informed me that my test results had come back, and it turned out my uterine lining was too thin. After a miscarriage, they warned, I might never be able to get pregnant again. They advised me to think carefully before scheduling the procedure.

I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning.

After checking my bank balance, I called my boss at the news department. "I'll take the report on the Moore Group's heir," I said firmly.

My boss' face lit up immediately. "Cecilia, you've finally come to your senses! We've had so many colleagues try and fail. But you, you're our star. With your skills and looks, you're bound to nail it!"

I laid out my terms right away. "If I get it, I want my year-end bonus doubled."

Coverage of high society scandals was always a crowd-pleaser, and the Moore Group's heir master was particularly elusive. There were no photos or details about him online. With the recent news of the impending union between the Moore and Wilson families, every major newspaper was eager to grab any information they could. If we managed to cover the wedding live, the traffic would be through the roof.

Three months ago, there were rumors that the Moore Group's heir had been in a serious car accident and lost his ability to have children. I was not sure how credible that was.

I thought, That crazy woman who came asking for the baby—what was her name again? Oh, right, Leah Wilson. And she's offering me two million. What a coincidence that she shares the same last name as the Wilsons?

My investigative instincts kicked in, and I decided to look into Leah's background.

When her photo appeared on my screen, I gasped. It was her—Leah Wilson.

I realized, If she's Liam's fiancée, then Liam must be the heir of the Moore Group I need to interview.

Everything was starting to come together.