Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Given Mackenzie’s fussiness, Emmanuel knew that things would turn out bad whether she agreed to

go home with him or not. “I’m sorry, but my schedule is full. I won’t have time this entire week,” she

answered. Emmanuel nodded at her reply, which, weirdly enough, made him both disappointed and

relieved. Well, as I thought, it won’t be easy to get her home to meet my family. “Hold on!” Emmanuel

saw a ray of hope when Mackenzie called out just as he was about to leave the room. Did she change

her mind? Don’t tell me she’s found a suitable time to go home with me. To his dismay, he saw

Mackenzie holding out a bank card toward him when he turned back. “What is this?” he asked with a

frown, confounded. He had no idea why Mackenzie was giving him money, especially when he had not

given Mackenzie the sixty grand his mother earned with all her hard work because he suspected their

marriage might be a scam. What is going on? “I don’t want that kind of cheap food at home anymore.

There’s a hundred thousand in this card, so use it to buy whatever is needed for our home. I hope you

can find time to do some shopping for the house. We do need a lot of things here. Just let me know if

you need more money.” From her no-nonsense way of talking, one would easily think Mackenzie was

assigning a task to Emmanuel at work. Upset by how absurd the whole situation was, Emmanuel

pushed the card back, insisting, “I’m the man of the house, and I have a job too. I don’t need you to pay

for anything I’m using.” His response elicited a frown from Mackenzie. What’s with this fake chivalry?

We’re already married. Did he really not agree to this because of my money and body? Having spoken

his piece, Emmanuel turned to leave without even mentioning the sixty grand his mother intended to

give to Mackenzie as her betrothal gift. He figured it would be a joke to her. The next day, Emmanuel

went to work at the hospital as usual. Since it had only been two years since he retired from the

military, he was only in charge of running various tests and procedures at the Department of

Gynecology instead of being a doctor-in-charge. “Emmanuel! Did you go on a blind date again

yesterday?” His best friend’s voice rang out from behind him. Before Emmanuel could reply, Frederick

Lewis had lifted his arm and put it across Emmanuel’s shoulder. The two were close to one another

since their friendship dated back to the time when they were classmates in middle school. After

Emmanuel retired from the military, they met again as colleagues. “How did the date go?” Frederick

asked out of curiosity when he saw Emmanuel nodding. “It didn’t go well.” A resentful smile broke out

on Emmanuel’s face as he recalled the blind date with Milani that went south. “Seriously? That was

your eighteenth date!” Frederick exclaimed with a face full of regret. “Did you do what I taught you? You

should set your bottom line out there right at the beginning of a date. I can’t believe not a single one of

them is willing to give you a chance.” Like Roselynn, Frederick believed that Emmanuel was a fine

catch, although he could be a little clueless sometimes. Hence, he found it unbelievable that none of

the women fell for Emmanuel’s looks. “You know what? I think I’m messing up every single date exactly

because I’m doing what you told me to do. The date just fails every time I tell them I’m earning eighty

grand a year!” Emmanuel complained. “Then you should improvise! Talk about something else!”

Frederick argued, glaring at him. Emmanuel kept quiet at his retort, for he had deliberately mentioned

his salary during the dates because he did not want any of it to work out. “What can I say? Women

these days are very practical and materialistic.” “Tell me about it,” Frederick whined. “It’s hard finding

someone who’s not materialistic. It’ll be a rare find if you get one.” Emmanuel understood where

Frederick was coming from, since the latter had remained unmarried since his girlfriend ditched him for

a man from a wealthy family. “Whatever. I have to go see my mom now. She’s coming over for a check-

up today. Can you take over those patients who are doing their medical certificate tests?” “Sure,”

Emmanuel agreed as Frederick left in a hurry. After that, Emmanuel went into the chest X-ray room.

Soon enough, a woman entered with a medical slip. “Please take off your clothes and stand in front of

the machine,” Emmanuel instructed mechanically while he took the medical slip from the patient, as he

always did, but he was stunned the moment he saw the name on the paper. Milani Zimmerman? “It’s

you!” The agitated woman pointed her finger at Emmanuel when he looked up. “You sicko! Are you

trying to see my body? How is it that a male doctor is doing a chest X-ray for women? There’s no way

I’m going through with this. I demand to change to another doctor!” Milani shrieked. At the uproar, other

patients in the department began to gather around, whispering among themselves. Some came

forward in support of Milani, arguing that a female doctor should be in charge since the check-up

concerned their privacy, while others reiterated that there was no need to make a big fuss since doctors

were professionals. What happened was nothing new to Emmanuel, as similar occurrences have taken

place frequently over the past two years. In a situation like that, patients would usually give in in the

end since Emmanuel had a reliable look to him, but that was not the case that day when Milani refused

to budge no matter what. “You’re such a dirty loser. I finally see why you can’t find a wife. I bet you

came to this department because you are a pervert and want to check out women’s bodies!” Milani

became more aggressive when she saw that Emmanuel did not intend to call another doctor for her

check-up. “What’s going on?” The commotion had attracted Frederick and the other gynecologists.

“Milani?” When Frederick saw it was Milani—the prettiest girl two grades below his back at middle

school—he rushed over to explain, “There must be a misunderstanding, Milani. We are professionals in

the industry. We don’t prey on our patients. We treat men and women all alike.” “Lies! Do you think I’ll

really buy all this bullsh*t? Did you say you guys treat men and women all the same? Well, then, why

do both of you want to marry a woman?” Milani raged. Infuriated by her scathing riposte, Frederick

fought with Milani until the head of the department finally arranged for a female doctor to do the X-ray

for Milani after finding out what had happened. At the end of the day, the disaster seemed to have

affected Frederick more than it did Emmanuel. “Do you know her, Emmanuel? She was two grades

below us. Apparently, she was the campus belle back at Yeringham Middle School, but look at her!

She’s a snob! Who does she even think she is? She’s not even that special! None of the other female

patients had a problem with us!” When Frederick had finally finished his tirade, Emmanuel smiled

weakly at him, saying, “She was actually my eighteenth date.” “She what?” Appalled, Frederick fell

silent for a long while until he finally commented, “She’s got the looks, though. Why does she even

need to go on blind dates? Actually, do you think something’s wrong with her biologically? Is that why

she refused to let you run an X-ray on her?” Emmanuel had no clue what was the reason for Milani’s

misbehavior, so he simply smiled. “Is it because her breasts are asymmetrical? Is she sick or

something?” Emmanuel was still quiet, leaving Frederick to make all the wild guesses himself.

Suddenly, Frederick stopped talking altogether when he caught a shadow beside him. The next thing

he knew, Milani was already right before him. “Cut the crap out! You’re the sick one here! In fact, both

of your families are sick. You two losers can never hope to nab a woman like me. That’s why you two

will be single for the rest of your lives!” Milani did not leave until she had taunted the two to her heart’s

content. Behind her, the mortified Frederick made a face at her, dissing, “I’ve never met such an

arrogant woman!” Emmanuel could not agree with his friend in that respect, for the woman he had

married at first sight was equally overbearing, except for the fact that Mackenzie was more tolerable.

“All right. I’d better go get my mom’s report,” Frederick noted before rushing off to the CT scan room.

Also concerned about the result, Emmanuel followed after him. When he saw Frederick shaking with

the report in his hands from the door, Emmanuel knew something must be wrong. “What is it?”

Emmanuel dashed over, sensing that things had taken a bad turn. He was aghast when he beheld the

scan image. This is end-stage lung cancer!