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-"

the chair back and dropped to

up and rushed to my side. "Please,

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

me for a long while. He must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he sighed and nodde stiffly. "It's okay.

much," I said as I rose to my

fully expressed my

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

sure that there still was no hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom. I

bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then I dried it with my hairdryer that was always in

of the part of me that suggested that I tell

to the bigger part that warned me

my hold

cannot find out

he'd go

to keep playing

Until when?

I conceive again. If I could get pregnant

keep this to myself

again," I

that tiny voice that

I was

it was what would save my

in the driveway,

wondered. Did the doctor call him?

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

as he met me halfway

that you'd work more from home," he looked at me, his gaze searching mine as if he was looking

took a lot for me

just-" I cleared my throat just

The meeting was dume