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-"

back and dropped to my

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

"Please, don't mention it to

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

I

tell, I fully expressed my gratitude to

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

no hint of a stain. I washed my face and left the restroom. I went to my car and drove out of the

off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then I dried it with

briefly entertained the words of the part of me that suggested

part that warned me to keep it to

tightened my hold on the

cannot find out

does, I was certain that he'd go running back

have to keep playing the pregnancy

Until when?

conceive again. If I could get

this to

I voiced to

that tiny voice that

to repeat that I was doing the wrong

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

saw Aiden's car in

wondered. Did the doctor call him? Did

car, he was out the door, worry lines

me halfway and pulled me in for a

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

lot for me not to look

just-" I cleared my throat just had some clients

The meeting was dume