Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

I tightened my grip on my stomach and wondered if this was it for me.

Is this how I've been destined to die? And... Amie!

The thought of her alone made me snap my eyes open. My death will most probably equate this baby's death and that means Amie will have no chance of survival anymore. She'll probably die shortly after my own death or live a few more years in pain before she finally

dies.

No.

I gripped the legs of the chair and tried to get on my fours, but I just couldn't remove my hands from my stomach. The pain was everywhere, everywhere ached, but it felt as though my stomach was the root of the pain. But I didn't give up. I couldn't. I wondered how much pain my baby must be going through if the pain I felt was this much.

I didn't want to imagine how devastated Dennis would be. I didn't want to think that just the shock of my death might take Amie's life. And if it didn't, apart from the physical pain she'd have to go through, she'd also carry a heavy heart for the few years she'd live. Since I told her about her sibling, she had looked forward to it. She talked about the things they'd do together, the things she'd teach him when he comes.

I didn't want to disappoint her. She deserves to live and enjoy life. She deserves to know her father and get a sibling.

A groan escaped my lips and I felt my head ache even more, my eyes tearing up as the pain intensified.

Tears poured out of my eyes as I cried silently, hoping someone will come for me. Hoping I'd be able to get out of this house and drive myself to the hospital before anything happens to my baby.

The latter was glaringly impossible so I reached for my phone where I had dropped it and began to dial numbers.

My hands trembled and I could barely see my screen. I wasn't sure if I was dialing the right numbers. But that didn't matter. It didn't matter who it was that came, I just needed help.

The phone dropped from my hand and I let out a shrill as a stabbing pain shot through my abdomen.

Oh God.

It felt like I was stabbed. And the knife was twisted in my stomach.

God, please, protect my baby. I cried. Keep him safe.

With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and dragged it to me again. By this time, I was whimpering as I prayed that someone would pick up their phone.

But I couldn't continue to just hope. I had to do something. The longer I remained here, the weaker I grew and I knew I was on the verge of losing consciousness. That would be worse What should I do?

should order a ride. Once he gets here, I'll plead

to open the app,

as I dropped my phone. I wanted to crawl to the door,

hear footsteps. Or

my vision began

and it was getting

into the darkness that promised

heavy, too painful. I felt acutely aware of the pain of my misery and hopelessness so I

was better. I could still feel and hear. That was enough. Though I wish I wouldn't

I heard a loud gasp, followed

hands on me. Then I

wanted to look. I wanted to

needed a doctor. I wanted to tell them to save my baby but I couldn't I just laid there, wishing I could take the pain away, wishing the darkness would overwhelm me

in this comfortable zone, I will be able to fight to save my

*

opened,

so bright here. My room isn't this bright. Dennis doesn't even like it. We

Amie!

snapped my eyes

pain. The ride...

I glanced around. Of

the door opened and a doctor stepped

had a bright smile

came out raspy. I cleared my throat and tried again.

the pain I had

in premature

We need to

Cervical Cerclage surgery

nurse will come

for the

something was wrong. Was premature labor a normal

to sit up and my stomach