The Billionaire CEO Betrays his Wife: He wants her back

"Hello, Doctor," Ethan answered the call immediately.

"We need to begin your treatment as soon as possible," the doctor informed him.

Ethan sighed. He knew Mara wasn't ready to carry his child yet, she was still getting used to being around him.

"I'd like to store my sperm now," he said firmly.

The doctor hesitated. "I thought you didn't want just anyone carrying your child?"

"I have a wife now," Ethan replied. "When she's ready, we'll use it.

"A wife? I see... but why don't you—"

Ethan cut him off. "She's not ready. And I have an important case to focus on. Can we start the treatment next week?"

Just then, after much effort finding her way through the unfamiliar house, Mara finally located the kitchen only to overhear Ethan discussing some kind of treatment.

"What treatment? Are you sick?" Mara asked, her voice filled with concern.

Ethan quickly ended the call. "Alright, Doctor, I'll call you back." He turned to see Mara standing there in a purple dress, looking effortlessly beautiful. His eyes softened as he untied the apron around his waist.

"Hey, hey, baby, come here," he said, pulling her close. "It's nothing, just a simple procedure. Nothing for you to worry about." He couldn't help but smile at her shocked expression, clearly thinking it was something serious.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," he teased. "I'll be fine. Now, come on, see what I made for us."

He pulled out a chair for her, and Mara sat down with a soft smile. Ethan served her a plate, then one for himself, as they settled in to eat, sharing a meal over a glass of fine wine.

They talked, cracked jokes, and laughed together. Once they finished eating, Mara began gathering the plates.

"Hey, let me do this. You cooked, so let me handle the dishes," she offered.

Ethan noticed she had only taken half a glass of wine, but it seemed to have helped her loosen up a little.

"Alright, baby," he agreed, standing beside her as she washed the dishes.

As they stepped out of the kitchen, Ethan asked, "What do you want to do next?"

Mara glanced at him playfully. "What do you have in mind?"

He smirked. "I'm not sure you'd like what I'm thinking... but we could start with a movie."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Mara didn't resist this time, she felt more at ease in his arms. Maybe the wine was working its magic after all.

"Fine, movie it is," Mara giggled.

They settled on the couch, but neither of them paid any attention to the screen. Their eyes locked, lost in the moment. Ethan gazed into her eyes, his desire was obvious but he held back, wanting to be sure she was ready.

This time, she seemed to be.

Slowly, he pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her. But even then, he hesitated, fighting the urge to rush things.

"Why don't you kiss me?" Mara whispered, sensing his restraint.

Ethan could no longer read the signs, he needed Mara to set the pace. And she did.

Boldly, Mara pressed her lips against his, then pulled back slightly to search his face. "It's okay if you're not ready," Ethan murmured with a gentle smile. "I'm not in a hurry." Mara frowned slightly. "Am I doing it wrong?"

Ethan blinked, caught off guard. Did she really think that?

Wait.

Something clicked in his mind.

"At the wedding banquet... was that your first kiss?" he asked carefully.

Mara hesitated, then nodded.

Ethan's eyes widened. "Meaning... you never had a boyfriend?"

Another shake of her head.

Realization hit him like a wave. "I was your... first?" Mara never thought it was a big deal, but for Ethan, it meant everything. Knowing he was her first and would be the last person to ever kiss her lips filled him with a fierce need.

Unable to hold back any longer, he gently guided her onto the couch, his hand cradling her head as he leaned over her.

Mara's heart began to race, but there was no stopping now.

Ethan pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. He wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling her closer as he savored her lips as if they were the only thing that mattered. She was his to claim, and he was more than ready to make her his.

Ethan pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. He guided her hands to wrap around his neck, pulling her closer as he savored her lips as if they were the only thing that mattered. She was his to claim, and he was more than ready to make her his.

Mara woke up feeling as if her body no longer belonged to her, every inch of her was sore. She tried to move but quickly realized an arm was wrapped around her, holding her in place.

Turning her head, she found Ethan lying beside her, still fast asleep.

The memories of last night flooded her mind, making her heart race. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers over her lips, recalling the way he had kissed her passionately, consuming. A soft smile curled on her lips.

Slowly, she turned to face him, taking in his features up close. Even in sleep, he was effortlessly charming. She couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers through his thick hair, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

But the small movement was enough to stir him. Ethan's eyes fluttered open.

Mara quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She wasn't doing anything wrong by admiring her husband, he was her husband, after all but for some reason, embarrassment crept in, and her body reacted on its own.

Ethan, however, wasn't fooled. He smirked at her silliness but chose not to call her out on it. Instead, he let himself bask in the memory of the night before the way he had explored every inch of her, the way she had surrendered to him. It was a night he would never forget.

Deciding to wake her up in his own way, he placed soft kisses along her body, his touch sending a familiar warmth through her.

"I think I've found the perfect way to wake you up," he murmured as he rolled on top of her.

Mara's eyes flew open instantly. "I'm awake! You can stop now," she said quickly, trying to avoid his gaze.

Ethan wasn't letting her off that easily. Gently, he cupped her chin, tilting her face so she had no choice but to look at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The intense emotions from the night before still lingered between them, unspoken but deeply felt.

Ethan leaned in, ready to reignite the fire they had set ablaze just hours ago. But Mara, still sore and exhausted, wasn't quite ready for another round. She barely had the energy to stay awake, and before she knew it, sleep had claimed her once again. 

"I need to take a shower!" Mara blurted out, quickly rolling Ethan off her. She grabbed her morning robe, slipped into it, and dashed toward the bathroom. Ethan remained in bed, watching her with an amused smile.

He stretched lazily, about to get up when his eyes fell on the bed. The faint stains on the sheets caught his attention, the undeniable proof that last night, he had claimed her. She was his now. His alone.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Mrs. Morgan, the housekeeper, stood there, hesitating for a moment when she realized it was Ethan who answered.

"Sir, I thought—" she stammered.

"Have them change the sheets," Ethan instructed smoothly. "And later, bring my clothes back to this room."

Mrs. Morgan's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Of course, sir."

She quickly gathered the stained sheets while another maid laid down fresh ones.

Just as Ethan was about to head toward the bathroom, another maid approached. "Sir, will you and ma'am be coming down for breakfast?"

Ethan paused, considering it for a moment. His original plans were interrupted, but he still had an idea.

"We will have it here," he finally decided. It will be nice to serve Mara breakfast in bed. Ethan asked them to leave.