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 my

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

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

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

you. Thank you so much," I said as I rose

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

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

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

store and got a bleach. I washed off every stain of blood from

of the part of me that

the bigger part that warned me to keep it to

tightened my hold

cannot find out yet.

he does, I was certain that he'd

to keep playing

Until when?

could get pregnant

keep this to

I voiced

that tiny voice that

that I was

wrong thing felt right; if it was what would

in the driveway,

is he home now? I wondered. Did the doctor call him? Did

done parking my car, he was out the

me halfway and pulled me in for a

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

lot for

cleared my throat just had some clients to

The meeting was dume