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-"

roughly pushed the chair back and dropped to

He stood up and rushed to my side.

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

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

Thank you so much," I said as

I fully expressed my gratitude to him. Then I left

my dress was still unstained. When I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned myself

still was no hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom. I went to my car and drove out of

stain of blood from my car's seat. Then

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

part that warned me to keep

my hold

cannot find out yet.

does, I was certain that he'd go running back to Anastasia and his

keep

Until when?

I conceive again. If I could

to

I voiced

that tiny voice that

that I

what would

car in the driveway, my heart painfully

now? I wondered. Did the doctor call him?

car, he was out the door,

he met me halfway and

at me,

took a lot for me not

just-" I cleared my throat

The meeting was dume