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?

here, I'll plead with him to come up the

to open the app, I heard a

wanted to crawl to the

but I didn't hear footsteps.

vision began to

not subdued and it was getting harder

give into the darkness that promised relief,

heavy, too painful. I felt acutely aware of the pain of my

Though I wish I wouldn't feel too, so I wouldn't

thrown open and I heard a loud

on me.

to look. I wanted to cry

I couldn't I just laid there, wishing I could take the pain

immediately the relief followed. Maybe in this comfortable zone,

*

my eyes opened, they

was so bright here. My room isn't this bright. Dennis doesn't even like it. We only leave the light on whenever

Amie!

my

pain. The

rushed back. I glanced around. Of course, I was in the

the door opened and

awake," he had a bright smile

Wha-" my voice came out raspy. I cleared my throat and tried again.

I had felt. The way my insides had

in premature

We need to

Cervical Cerclage surgery

A nurse

you for

briefly wondered why doctors would smile when something was wrong.

to sit up