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.

of worry doubled as the hospital and care bills began to

complained about paying the bills, I knew I had to

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

times but I knew he could not just be cool with it. There would be dark thoughts

job but that 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 get a

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

had spent the night

At some point, she said she couldn't sleep, so

sunlight peeked into her room, she fell into

the opportunity

the things I would need to

the bank, I

gaped at

Let

I Kad ever seen. Eventually, rushed forward to join the line when a man who just stepped in, walked past me

number less is better than a

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

started to grumble that I remembered that I

shook my head. I made a cereal. I remember placing it right on the kitchen counter before I went to retrieve my card but I forgot

from twisting to cruelly, I contemplated leaving the line to get something to

return, I'd have to