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.

worry doubled as the hospital

about paying the bills, I knew I had

have to do something about the guilt that gnawed at me everyday. He works so hard only to pour all his earnings in paying her bills. It's unfair. There was only so much a man could shoulder. Especially for a child that wasn't his and a wife who was preparing to carry

said countless times but I knew he could not just be cool with

would mean less or close to no time with Amie. Also, if- when I get pregnant, I would still have to take a maternity leave. I knew that wouldn't sit well with whichever firm I

to the only other option I had. I called my account manager and discussed with him. He told me the requirements for the withdrawal of my fixed deposits and informed me that I'd need to be present at the bank to finalize the whole thing and make my

the night with

all types of pain. At some point, she said she couldn't sleep, so I stayed up

first rays of sunlight peeked into her room,

took the opportunity and

things I would need to return to the hospital with

I stood for

gaped at the long

Let

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

less is better than a number

and watched the line move from where I stood at the back. Sometimes,

to grumble that I remembered that

on the kitchen counter before I

my palm on my tummy, hoping it would stop my stomach from twisting to cruelly, I

when return, I'd have to