---- Chapter 2 These memories only started piecing together bit by bit after I stopped taking psychiatric medication during my pregnancy. Because of the love and warmth Quinton gave me, I was unwilling to dig into the painful past. But now, I've become a complete joke. While Quinton was at work, I secretly went to consult a doctor, only to find out that my condition was more like the result of multiple deep hypnosis sessions. When I got home, Quinton was sitting on the couch with a dark expression, surrounded by cigarette ends. I pretended as if nothing had happened and hung up my bag. "Didn't we agree to no smoking in the house? Secondhand smoke is bad for the baby." Quinton walked over and grabbed my arm. His veins bulged on the back of his hand as he did so. He asked coldly, "You went to see a doctor?" ---- "What's wrong?" I replied, feigning composure. "What? I'm a doctor, yet you went to someone else? You don't trust me?" he asked, his tone full of resentment. I was about to answer when he suddenly scooped me up and silently carried me to the couch. I took the opportunity to explain, "Aren't you busy? I just had a headache, and I can't take medicine, so 1 'went to get a massage from the doctor." He placed me on the couch and quickly removed my prosthetic leg, lowering his head to gently massage my stump. Ihad no idea what he was thinking, so I said nothing. Finally, he looked up at me and said, "If you really don't feel well, you should take care of yourself first. Should I prescribe you some medicine?" "What nonsense are you talking about? The baby is already six months old. I can't take medicine! For the child, I'm willing to do anything, and so will you, ---- right?" I shot back. I cupped his face and tried to look into his eyes. But he pulled me into his arms and turned his head away. "Of course. Not just for the baby, but for you too." I listened to his steady heartbeat as he told a blatant lie. I sniffled and forced down the bitterness I felt in my heart. Quinton suddenly took a long absence from work, saying he wanted to take better care of me. But I knew he was just trying to keep an eye on me. I leaned against the doorframe and watched him bustling around the nursery. I felt a little dazed. Quinton held up a stuffed toy and waved it at me. " Honey, do you think the baby will like blue?" "Probably." Suddenly, Quinton's phone rang. He then lied to me In "Cinderella's Glass Slipper: The One I’ve Always Loved" by CrushReel, a heartfelt romance unfolds between a woman and the president she has long admired since youth. Overcoming insecurities about her appearance, she finds herself working closely with him as his assistant, leading to unexpected twists and turns in their relationship. This modern romance novel explores themes of self-acceptance, unrequited love, and the dynamics of power and attraction in an office setting. The unique blend of billionaire CEO dynamics, hidden feelings, and the revelation of secrets adds layers of intrigue to the story, keeping readers captivated as the plot unfolds. What sets this novel apart is its delicate balance between sweet romance and the complexities of relationships in a contemporary workplace. With each chapter, readers are drawn deeper into the emotional journey of the characters as they navigate their growing connection amidst professional responsibilities and personal desires. For those seeking a compelling tale that combines elements of romance, secrecy, and personal transformation, "Cinderella's Glass Slipper: The One I’ve Always Loved" is available to read at CrushReel, offering a captivating escape into a world where love conquers all.