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

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

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

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

you so much," I said

he really wouldn't tell, I fully

I had first cleaned myself up

hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the

the way, I stopped by a store and got a 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

bigger part that

tightened my hold on the steering

cannot find out yet.

he does, I was certain that he'd

keep playing the

Until when?

I could get pregnant then it

to

I voiced to

that tiny voice that

to repeat that I was

the wrong thing felt right; if it was what would save my

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

I wondered. Did the doctor call him? Did he tell

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

as he met me halfway and pulled me in

looked at me,

lot for me not to

just-" I cleared my throat just had some clients to

The meeting was dume