Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 403

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-“

I 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.“

I 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 regarded me for 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,“ I said as I rose to my feet.

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

I branched the restroom to check if my dress was still unstained. When I entered the hospital, I had first cleaned myself up even though I could barely do anything with how hard I was crying.

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

On 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 my car.

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