The CEO's Secret Obsession-Chapter 113: Pushed Him Too Hard

[Hospital—Private Room]

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the monitors and the city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains.

Evelyn stood at the doorway for a long second before stepping inside.

Alexander lay still on the bed with one arm resting at his side and the other connected to wires and tubes that hummed softly. There was a small cut near his temple, a faint bruise blooming along his jaw and the rise and fall of his chest was slow but reassuring.

He looked fragile.

The word hit her so hard she had to press her hand to her mouth.

This was the man who always stood solid, controlled and unshakeable. The man who held storms back with his presence alone.

And now—

Her legs moved before her mind caught up.

She crossed the room quietly, each step careful, as if the sound of her breathing might disturb him.

When she reached the bedside, she stopped again, afraid that touching him might make this real in a way she wasn’t ready for. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She had seen him tired, she had seen him angry, she had seen him wounded emotionally but never like this.

Evelyn lowered herself into the chair beside the bed and finally, slowly, reached out.

Her fingers wrapped around his hand.

The breath she’d been holding since the phone call finally broke free, turning into a shaky exhale that bordered on a sob.

"You scared me," she whispered, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. "You really did."

Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, memorizing the shape of his hand like she needed to anchor herself to something real.

"I keep thinking about this morning," she continued softly. "You were teasing me about last night. You looked fine, like nothing in the world could touch you."

Her voice cracked then.

"I don’t know when it happened," she admitted, staring at their joined hands, "but somewhere between all the chaos and all the fights and all the things we never planned, you became my safe place."

Her eyes burned, but she didn’t let the tears fall.

"I didn’t say it out loud because I thought I had time," she whispered. "I thought we were still figuring things out."

She leaned forward, resting her forehead lightly against the edge of the bed.

"And then Lucas called me," she said, barely audible now. "And for the first time, I realized I don’t know how to breathe without knowing you are okay."

Her grip tightened unconsciously.

"You don’t get to leave," she murmured fiercely. "Not like this, not ever."

The monitor beeped steadily beside them, indifferent to the storm inside her.

Evelyn straightened slowly and looked at his face. He looked peaceful, unaware, stubborn even in unconsciousness.

A shaky smile tugged at her lips through the tears.

"You would hate this," she whispered. "Me being this emotional. You would tell me everything is under control."

She brushed her thumb gently over the back of his hand.

"So wake up," she said softly. "And tell me that yourself."

She stayed there, holding his hand, the fear still present but now threaded with something deeper.

Certainty.

Whatever came next—family, enemies, chaos, secrets—she knew one thing with absolute clarity.

She loved him and she wasn’t going anywhere.

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[Outside the Room]

The corridor outside the private room had gone unnaturally still.

Margaret stood guard near the door like a sentry, with cane resting firmly against the floor and her posture leaving no room for argument.

She wanted Evelyn to be with Alexander for sometime, alone and no one questioned her decision because when Margaret Reid decided something, the world adjusted accordingly.

Pauline sat a few chairs away with her hands folded tightly in her lap and eyes fixed on the door that hid her son.

Melissa sat beside her, offering quiet presence rather than words, knowing this wasn’t a moment for reassurance that sounded hollow.

Benjamin had drifted farther down the corridor.

He sat alone on a bench near the window with his elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. His head was bowed and shoulders were heavy. It was a sight so unfamiliar that it almost felt wrong.

Melissa noticed first.

She leaned slightly toward Gregory and murmured, "Go sit with him."

Gregory hesitated. He glanced at Benjamin, then back at Melissa. "I don’t think he wants company."

"That’s exactly why he needs it. Despite everything that happened in the past, we are still going to be in-laws for life," she said gently. "I will stay with Pauline."

Gregory exhaled, slow and reluctant, before nodding. He straightened his jacket and walked toward Benjamin with measured steps.

Benjamin didn’t look up when Gregory stopped beside him.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Gregory sat and the silence stretched thick, uncomfortable and honest.

"I have never seen you this quiet," Gregory said finally, his voice low.

Benjamin let out a breath that sounded more like a crack than a sigh. "I don’t have anything left to say."

Gregory studied him carefully. Gone was the sharp, calculating man who filled rooms with authority. In his place sat a father stripped of armor.

"Alexander," Benjamin said suddenly. "He is everything."

Gregory didn’t interrupt.

"He is the backbone of the company," Benjamin continued, staring at the floor. "He is the future. The only one who carries the weight without complaining." His jaw tightened. "Pauline lives for him. My mother—" He scoffed weakly. "She worships the ground he walks on."

His hands trembled slightly and he clenched them harder.

"I built an empire," he said quietly. "But that boy, he is the only thing I have ever been afraid to lose."

Gregory felt something twist uncomfortably in his chest.

He had never liked Benjamin Reid, especially after their last confrontation. He had never trusted him. But sitting here, listening to the rawness in his voice, he saw not a rival or a manipulator, just a man terrified of the void opening beneath his feet.

"You don’t get many second chances," Gregory said carefully. "But you don’t lose him today."

Benjamin swallowed hard. "I almost did."

Gregory nodded once. "And now you know what it would cost."

Benjamin’s shoulders sagged. "I pushed him too hard," he admitted. "Expected him to be invincible." His voice broke, barely. "I forget sometimes that he is still human."

Gregory leaned back, folding his arms. "We all forget that about the people we rely on most."

They sat in silence again.

They were not adversaries, allies. Just two fathers — one by blood, one by circumstance — both shaken by how close they had come to losing something irreplaceable.

Down the corridor, Melissa rested a comforting hand over Pauline’s.

Margaret remained unmoving near the door with her eyes sharp, guarding not just the room but the fragile peace holding everyone together.

And behind that closed door, Evelyn was with Alexander.

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