Secret Marriage: The CEO's Pampered Wife

"I can’t eat anymore!"

"Taking care of your body is what’s most important. You need to eat more!"

Georgia Thorne truly couldn’t eat. She had too much on her mind.

All she could think about was the phone call from last night.

Byron Shaw couldn’t bear to watch. "Georgia, you at least have to..."

’She just lost the baby. She needs to regain her strength. How can eating this little be enough?’

Byron Shaw couldn’t bring himself to say it and let out a deep sigh.

Georgia Thorne said she wouldn’t eat, and she meant it. She lay in bed, completely still.

That evening, Nathan Rhodes went home, leaving Byron Shaw at the hospital to stay with her.

"Attorney Shaw, you should go home. I’ll be fine on my own," Georgia Thorne said, sitting up in bed.

"It’s fine. I’m staying with you tonight." Byron Shaw paused what he was doing and turned to her.

Georgia Thorne pressed her lips together. Ever since discovering that Naomi Shaw was her biological mother and Byron Shaw was her uncle, she’d felt an inexplicable resistance toward the two siblings.

"He’s still outside, isn’t he?" Georgia Thorne glanced at the window. A few nurses were passing by outside.

Earlier, she had accidentally caught a glimpse of Elliot.

Byron Shaw didn’t try to hide it. "Yes. Do you want to see him?"

"No!" Georgia Thorne’s rejection was swift. She pulled the covers over herself to sleep.

After leaving the room, Elliot Sheridan hadn’t gone far. He was still standing right outside.

He was worried sick about Georgia’s health and couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her.

He didn’t understand why Georgia’s attitude toward him had changed so suddenly, as if she were a different person.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d been hungover from drinking last night and couldn’t recall a thing.

When he woke up this morning, Georgia had already left.

Worried, he had called her, but a man answered and said Georgia was in trouble.

He’d rushed over, only to be met with this outcome.

Georgia had lost their child, and he felt the weight of that responsibility entirely on his own shoulders.

His head throbbed.

With the lights off, Georgia quickly fell asleep.

Byron Shaw, however, wasn’t the least bit sleepy as he sat on the sofa.

’What on earth happened between Georgia and Elliot? She doesn’t even want to see him.’

In the middle of the night, Georgia’s stomach suddenly began to ache.

The pain woke her, and an inexplicable panic washed over her.

Byron Shaw was still asleep. She quietly turned over, her back to him.

Biting her lower lip, she endured the pain.

Georgia didn’t know she had miscarried. Thinking she had only bruised her abdomen when she fell, she didn’t dare make a sound.

Her body slowly curled into a ball, and the pain made her break out in a cold sweat.

Elliot, who had been standing by the window with his gaze fixed on Georgia, noticed something was wrong and hurriedly pushed the door open.

The commotion startled Byron Shaw awake. He shot up, flicked on the lights, and saw Elliot crouched by the hospital bed. "What’s wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Elliot was beside himself with worry, his eyes seeing nothing but Georgia.

Georgia was in agony, but she still didn’t want Elliot to touch her.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his dark, worried gaze, and shoved his hand away. "I don’t need your phony concern!"

At that moment, Elliot was the last person she wanted to see.

’Is he actually concerned about my health, or is it something else?’

Seeing this, Byron Shaw pulled Elliot out of the room and called a nurse to examine Georgia.

The nurse told Georgia to bear with it. "Pain is normal right after a miscarriage procedure."

Hearing this, Georgia was completely stunned.

She reached out and grabbed the nurse’s sleeve. "What did you say?"

Her eyes, wide with shock, stared at the nurse in disbelief. It was as if her own ears were playing tricks on her.

The nurse saw her confusion, subconsciously covered her mouth, and looked at Georgia. "Didn’t your family tell you?"

Georgia couldn’t process the news. After a long moment, she finally responded, "How could I have been pregnant?!"

’I couldn’t have been pregnant.’ Georgia shook her head, convinced the nurse was lying to her.

The nurse, realizing she’d said the wrong thing, quickly tried to console her. "Miss Thorne, you’re still young. You can have many more children in the future."

Georgia turned a deaf ear and released the nurse’s hand. ’I really couldn’t have been pregnant.’

Seeing that she had quieted down, the nurse sighed. "Try to get some sleep. Rest up and take care of yourself."

Georgia curled up under the covers, not wanting to believe the nurse’s words.

But the more she tried not to believe it, the more the truth settled in.

The nurse’s words filled her mind. ’I had a miscarriage. The baby’s gone.’

’Why didn’t Byron and the others tell me? Were they afraid I’d be heartbroken?’

Byron Shaw and Elliot Sheridan were talking outside.

"What on earth did you do to Georgia!"

"I’d like to know that myself," Elliot said with a bitter smile.

Georgia’s change was too stark. Just now, he had clearly seen the undisguised hatred for him in her eyes.

"There’s a reason for everything. She wouldn’t be acting like this for no reason. Think hard about what you might have done!"

Byron Shaw glared at Elliot. He’d never approved of their marriage, not from the very beginning.

If he had just let Georgia stay and build her career in Akashima, maybe things wouldn’t have ended in such a mess.

"Stay away from her for the next few days. Don’t do anything to upset her."

When Byron Shaw returned to the room, Georgia was already asleep.

After staring at the hospital bed for a while, he sat down on the sofa to rest.

Georgia didn’t sleep a wink. At the crack of dawn the next day, she told Byron Shaw she wanted to be discharged.

The doctor had said she needed careful care after the miscarriage and that it was best to stay in the hospital for a week for observation.

"You haven’t recovered yet. Why would you want to be discharged?"

Georgia threw back the covers, her pale face void of expression. "I just took a little fall, it’s not a big deal. Staying in the hospital is a waste of money. Besides, I just started a new job, so this doesn’t look good."

Georgia was stubborn. Even though her legs were so weak she could barely stand, she insisted on getting out of bed.

In the end, Byron had to force her back into bed. "Georgia, stop tormenting yourself! You’re in very bad shape. You need to stay in the hospital for treatment!"

Byron’s anxious expression only made Georgia more frantic. She forced a weak smile. "I feel perfectly healthy. There’s nothing wrong with me!"

Georgia’s smile lacked its usual vibrancy; it was frail and weak.

Byron Shaw sighed. He couldn’t reason with her when she was this stubborn.

"Georgia, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you. Your condition is very serious. You need to stay in the hospital!" Byron watched her, gathering his resolve for a long moment before finally saying, "You had a miscarriage."

Byron had braced himself for Georgia’s reaction—panic, grief, fearful tears—but he had never expected such a cold and detached response.

Georgia just gave a cold "oh," pulled the covers back over herself, and showed no further reaction.

"Georgia?"

"I’m fine. I just need some time to process things," Georgia answered quickly. "Attorney Shaw, could you please step out for a moment? I’d like to be alone."

"...Okay," Byron Shaw hesitated. "If you need anything, just call me."

Georgia was left alone in the hospital room.

Georgia sat on the bed, her hand covering her lower abdomen. The tears she had been holding back all night finally fell.

’So I really was pregnant.’

’What a shame. I was such an irresponsible mother. Not only did I not notice my baby’s arrival, I even managed to lose it.’

’Maybe it’s because I’ve always been so lonely that I love children so much.’

That time in Akashima, she had been ready to accept the baby, and when she found out she wasn’t pregnant, she had been disappointed, at least a little.

An indescribable pain filled her heart. Georgia hugged a pillow and cried all morning.

When Nathan Rhodes came to visit, Byron Shaw explained the situation to her, telling her that Georgia had been crying in her room all morning.

"It’s all my fault!" Nathan Rhodes said, her head bowed. Byron comforted her. "You’re both women; it’ll be easier for you to talk to her. Go in and offer some comfort."

Nathan nodded and knocked softly on the door, but there was no answer from within.

"Georgia, it’s Nathan. I’m coming in." Nathan gently pushed the door open and saw Georgia sitting dazedly on the bed, lost in her own world.

Nathan walked to the side of the bed. Seeing Georgia’s swollen, red eyes staring blankly out the window, she sat down.

She called her name. "Georgia."

Georgia turned her head, her vacant eyes slowly regaining focus. "What are you doing here?"

"Georgia, it’s all my fault. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have lost the baby!" Nathan grabbed Georgia’s hand, her own heart aching to see Georgia so still and silent. "If it would make you feel even a little better, you can hit me!"

Georgia’s hand was limp and strengthless, completely powerless in Nathan’s grasp.

Georgia managed a small smile. "The baby and I... it just wasn’t meant to be. How could it be your fault?"

"Georgia..."

Georgia didn’t cry, but Nathan burst into tears.

Byron came in with a bowl of hot porridge, but Georgia had no appetite.

Her gaze drifted to the window, indifferent.

Byron lifted the lid, placed the spoon in her hand, and closed her fingers around it. "If you want to get back to work sooner, you need to focus on getting better."

Hearing this, Georgia looked up at Byron.

Then she looked down at the porridge in front of her, picked up the spoon and slowly started to eat.

Both Nathan and Byron let out a sigh of relief. As long as she was willing to eat, that was a start.

Georgia ate very slowly, one small bite at a time. Even though she couldn’t stomach it, she forced herself to finish the entire bowl.

Georgia stayed in the hospital for seven days. In all that time, she didn’t say a single word.

This made Byron deeply concerned. Georgia’s physical health was gradually improving, but her mental state was deteriorating.

She complied with her treatment and ate her meals on schedule. On the surface, nothing seemed wrong, but something about Georgia was just... off.

Seven days passed. The first words Georgia said to Byron were, "Is he outside? I want to see him!"

The "he," of course, was Elliot Sheridan.

"He is. I’ll go get him." Byron figured that some heartaches could only be cured by the one who caused them.

Georgia’s heartache was caused by Elliot; he should be the one to fix it.

Throughout Georgia’s hospital stay, Elliot had practically set up camp there.

She wouldn’t see him, and he didn’t push it, simply waiting patiently outside.

Or perhaps, he simply couldn’t bring himself to face her.

On the first day of Georgia’s hospitalization, Elliot Sheridan received a call from Aidan Sheridan’s attending physician.

The attending physician was the very same man who had spoken to Georgia on the phone that night. His name was William, an American of Chinese descent.