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-"

chair back and dropped to

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

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

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

Thank you so much," I said

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

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

still was no hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom. I went to my

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

the words of the

part that warned me

tightened my hold on the steering

out

certain that he'd go running

keep

Until when?

could get pregnant

this to myself

I voiced to

that tiny voice that

I was doing the

if it was what would save my

in the

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

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

halfway and pulled me

agreed that you'd work more from home," he looked at me, his gaze searching

for me not to look

just-" I cleared my throat just

The meeting was dume