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

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

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

desperation in my eyes because

Thank you so much," I

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

I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned myself up even though I could barely do anything with how hard

that there still was no hint of a stain. I washed my face

and got a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then I dried it with my hairdryer that

the words of the part of me that suggested that I

bigger part that warned

my hold

find out yet. Not

was certain that he'd go running back to

to keep

Until when?

If I could get pregnant then it could happen

this to myself until

again," I voiced

that tiny voice that

that I was

it was what would save my marriage from finally crumbling

I got home and I saw Aiden's car in the driveway, my

Did the

he was

drawled as he met me halfway and pulled me

you'd work more from home," he looked at me, his

took a lot for me not to

just-" I cleared my throat just

The meeting was dume