Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

It's been weeks since the implant took place... weeks!

Oh God. The mere thought of it stressed me more than I should be.

The friendly doctor had said it would only take a few days, at most a week before we'd know if the procedure worked or not.

After the first week, I had gone to him, struggling to hold back my tears as I asked if anything might be wrong.

"You need not worry, ma'am," he had said with a compassionate smile. A week is the least. If it takes more than a couple of months, that's when there might be an issue."

I really hoped it wouldn't take months. I prayed that it wouldn't take up to a month but here I was, few days to a month, still waiting and hoping.

The doctor had stressed that I should not stress myself and to get enough rest but how could I do that when I constantly needed to be by my baby's side?

I stayed with Amie day and night. To elude the endless worry that came with the thought that were still waiting to see if the procedure worked, I threw myself into caring for Amie as I should. Dennis, when he sensed my worry and I finally opened up to him, had said, "Be hopeful, love. Be hopeful. I already see a mini version of you and Amie prancing around the house."

I decided to listen to him and believe. I then began to prepare for the new baby but the doubts never ceased to creep in.

I'd read stories of people like me who tried this method but it didn't work for them which led to the death of their loved one.

I would shake my head each time the thought sneaked in and replay Dennis's words in my head.

the hospital and care bills began to multiply

the

Amie and considered her his but I have to do something about the guilt that gnawed at me everyday. He works so hard only to pour all his

had said countless times but I knew he could not just be cool with it. There

I get pregnant, I would still have to take a maternity leave. I knew that

the withdrawal of my fixed deposits and

spent the night with

body aches and all types of pain. At some point, she said she couldn't sleep, so I stayed up and kept her company. read to her

the first rays of sunlight peeked into

opportunity

I would need to return to the hospital

bank, I stood for

I gaped

Let

forward to join the line when a man who just stepped in, walked past me and

number less is better than a number more, I

move from where I stood at the back. Sometimes, the move was fast and sometimes, it dragged

my stomach started to grumble that I remembered that I

I remember placing it right on the kitchen counter before I went to retrieve my card but

tummy, hoping it would stop my stomach from twisting to cruelly, I contemplated leaving the line to get something

when return, I'd