Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

I wanted to believe that the doctor speaking was a man on a TV screen, an actor. Maybe he works part time as a doctor, maybe his real passion lies in acting; maybe he's practicing his lines for an audition. But they were just maybes, wishful thinking.

His face was set in a straight line and it was evident that he wasn't joking at all. He was telling me the real truth; one I didn't think I would ever be able to swallow.

"So you should take care of yourself and watch out for all of these. Hopefully, you'd conceive again and there'd be no miscarriage."

The tears that had been rolling down my cheeks had doubled. I was aware that I was sobbing loudly as he spoke.

This can't be happening, I thought for the umpteenth time. How can this happen?

"It's okay ma'am. It's-"

"Don't tell me it's okay," I whispered, my voice trembling.

It wasn't okay!

"This can't be happening," I whispered as I dropped my face in my cupped palms.

That pregnancy was everything. It was the key, the solution, the thing that would finally make my marital life better. It was the only thing that would have kept Aiden by my side. Now, it's gone and Aiden might be gone too.

No. I will not lose him. Never.

I sniffed and finally wiped my face.

"I didn't have a miscarriage."

The doctor's brows pulled together. "What?"

"No one must know about this. In fact, it never happened. Please, keep this between us."

The doctor hesitated. "Ma'am, I cannot-"

the chair back and

and rushed to my side. "Please,

don't

desperation in my eyes because

you so much," I said as

I fully expressed my

When I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned myself up even though I could barely do anything with how hard I

was sure that there still was no hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom.

a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then I dried it with my hairdryer that was always in

home, I briefly entertained the words of the

to the bigger part that warned me to keep

tightened my hold on the steering

out yet.

I was certain that he'd

keep

Until when?

again. If I could

this to myself until

I

that tiny voice that

that I was

it was what would save my marriage from finally crumbling then so

saw Aiden's car in the

he home now? I wondered. Did the doctor call him? Did he tell

my car, he was

he drawled as he met me halfway and pulled me in

more from home," he looked at me, his gaze searching mine as if he was looking

lot for

cleared my throat just had some clients to attend

The meeting was dume