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 my

eyes widened. He stood up and rushed to my side. "Please, don't

my head, refusing to get on my feet. "Please, don't mention it to anyone. Not even your colleagues or the nurses,

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

so much," I said as I rose

tell, I fully expressed my gratitude

still unstained. When I entered the hospital, I had first

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

got a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from

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

to the bigger part that warned me to

hold on the

find out

was certain that he'd go running back

have to keep playing

Until when?

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

to myself

I voiced to

that tiny voice that

I

the wrong thing felt right; if it was what would save my

and I saw Aiden's car in the driveway, my heart painfully

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

my car, he was out

he drawled as he met me halfway and pulled me in

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

lot for me

I cleared my throat just had some clients to

The meeting was dume