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

up and rushed to my

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

a long while. He must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he

so much," I said

he really wouldn't tell, I fully expressed

restroom to check if my dress was still unstained. When I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned

stain. I washed my face and left the restroom.

a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood

words of the part of me that suggested

that warned

hold on the

find out yet.

was certain that he'd go running back

keep playing

Until when?

If I could get pregnant

keep this to myself

I

that tiny voice that

I

if it was what would save my

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

is he home now? I wondered. Did the doctor

my car, he was out the

met me halfway and pulled me in

work more from home," he looked at me, his gaze searching mine as if

took a lot for me not to look

throat just

The meeting was dume