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-"

back and

to my side. "Please,

"Please, don't mention it to anyone. Not even

the desperation in my eyes because he sighed and nodde stiffly. "It's okay.

so much," I said as I rose to my

he really wouldn't tell, I fully expressed my gratitude

restroom to check if my dress was still unstained. When I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned myself up even though I could barely do anything with how hard

my

bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then I dried it with my

home, I briefly entertained the words of the part of me that suggested that I tell

to the bigger part that warned me to keep

my hold on the

find out yet.

I was certain that he'd go running

to keep playing the

Until when?

I conceive again. If I could get pregnant then it could happen

this to

I voiced

that tiny voice that

I was doing the

wrong thing felt right; if it was what would

saw Aiden's car in the driveway, my heart painfully slammed against my

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

time I was done parking my car, he was out the door,

as he met me halfway and pulled me

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

took a lot for me not

throat

The meeting was dume