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-"

pushed the chair back and dropped to

stood up and rushed to my side. "Please, don't do this.

my feet. "Please, don't mention it

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

you. Thank you so much," I said as I

I was sure that he really wouldn't tell, I fully expressed my gratitude to him. Then I

hospital, I had

hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom. I went to my car and drove out

store and got a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood

home, I briefly entertained the words of the part of me

the bigger part that warned

tightened my hold

out yet.

was certain that he'd go running back to Anastasia and

keep playing the

Until when?

I could get pregnant then

keep this to myself

I voiced

that tiny voice that

repeat that I was

the wrong thing felt right; if it was what would save my marriage from finally crumbling then

I got home and I saw Aiden's car in the driveway, my heart painfully slammed against my

Did the

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

as he met me halfway and pulled me

home," he looked at me, his gaze

a lot for me

throat just

The meeting was dume