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

to my side. "Please, don't do

head, refusing to get on my feet. "Please, don't mention it to anyone. Not

He must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he

you so much," I said as I rose

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

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

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

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

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

to the bigger part that

tightened my hold

out

was certain that he'd go running

keep

Until when?

again. If I could get pregnant then it could happen

this to myself until

again," I voiced to

that tiny voice that

to repeat that I was doing the wrong

wrong thing felt right; if it was what would

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

I wondered. Did

he was out the door, worry

he met me halfway and pulled me

home," he looked at

lot for me not to

my throat just had some clients to

The meeting was dume