Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

| wanted to believe that the doctor speaking was a man on a TV screen, an actor. Maybe he works part tas 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 tellingthe real truth;

one | didn't think | 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. | was aware that | was sobbing loudly as he spoke.

This can't be happening, | thought for the umpteenth time. How can this happen?

"It's okay ma'am. It's-"

"Don't tellit's okay," | whispered, my voice trembling.

It wasn't okay!

"This can't be happening," | whispered as | 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.

| sniffed and finally wiped my face.

"| 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, | cannot-"

| roughly pushed the chair back and dropped to my knees.

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

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

nurses, please."

He regardedfor a long while. He must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he sighed and nodde

stiffly. "It's okay. It's between you and I."

"Thank you. Thank you so much," | said as | rose to my feet.

After | was sure that he really wouldn't tell, | fully expressed my gratitude to him. Then | left his office.

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

myself up even though | could barely do anything with how hard | was crying.

After | was sure that there still was no hint of a stain. | washed my face and left the restroom. | went to my car

and drove out of the hospital.

On the way, | stopped by a store and got a bleach. | washed off every stain of blood from my car's seat. Then |

dried it with my hairdryer that was always in my car.

As | headed back home, | briefly entertained the words of the part ofthat suggested that I tell him.

But | tilted to the bigger part that warnedto keep it to myself.

| tightened my hold on the steering wheel.

He cannot find out yet. Not now.

If he does, | was certain that he'd go running back to Anastasia and his children.

I'd have to keep playing the pregnancy game.

Until when?

Until | conceive again. If | could get pregnant then it could happen again.

"I'll keep this to myself until I'm

ignant again," | voiced to myself,

that tiny voice that

continued to repeat that | was doing the wrong thing.

If the wrong thing felt right; if it was what would save my marriage from finally crumbling then so be it.

When | got hand | saw Aiden's car in the driveway, my heart painfully slammed against my chest.

Why is he hnow? | wondered. Did the doctor call him? Did he tell him?

By the t| was done parking my car, he was out the door, worry lines on his forehead.

"Hey..." he drawled as he methalfway and pulledin for a hug.

"| thought we've agreed that you'd work more from home," he looked at me, his gaze searching mine as if he

was looking for something.

It took a lot fornot to look away.

"I know, just-" | cleared my throat just had sclients to attend to.

The meeting was dume

along

ago."

He nodded and huggedagain. Then he took my bag, put his arm around my shoulder and began to walk us

to the house.

"Just be careful, okay? Your health is very crucial right now."

"I know," | smiled up at him. "Thank you."

As he smiled back atand my heart warmed in my chest, | was more convinced that | had made the right

decision.

"I heard you were at the hospital."

My heart slammed against my chest and his words, a few seconds ago, immediately returned to me, '...your

health is very crucial right now."

What did he mean by that? Does he know? How did he know | was at the hospital?

Before | could think of a response. His gaze fell on my stomach and he asked, his words dripping with worry, "Is

the baby okay?"

"Yes," | squeaked too quickly. Then | managed a smile and repeated, "The baby is fine. Baby says thank you to

daddy for worrying so much about us." Aiden smiled. "It's what I should do."

| smiled and leaned against him, trying to calm my beating heart.

| wondered how long this would last.

Until | conceived again, | reminded myself.

Then the dreadful question came. What if | don't conceive again? What will | do then?

It doesn't matter. I'd take it one after the other. The future isn't here yet but the present is. And what matters in

the present is that he's still here

and somehow, I'll continue to make sure that he remains withhere.

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