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.

my cause of worry doubled as the hospital and care bills began to multiply by

about paying the bills,

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 earnings in paying her bills. It's unfair. There was only so much a man could

said countless times but I knew he could not

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 job at that I have

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

spent the night with Amie.

pain. At some point, she said

the morning, just as the first rays of sunlight

took the opportunity and rushed

took a quick bath, prepared the things I would need to return

I stood

gaped at the long

Let

like the longest queue I Kad ever seen. Eventually, rushed forward to join the

than

as I yawned several times and watched the line move from where I stood at the back. Sometimes, the move was fast and sometimes, it dragged like

grumble that I remembered that

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

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

I'd have to