When I got to the hospital, I was taken for a gynecological check–up while Damon waited outside.
I gave the doctor a brief rundown of my situation, followed by a series of tests. The results didn’t seem optimistic The doc suggested I stay in the hospital for a bit, which seriously bumd out. I felt like a deflated balloon.
"The man outside, is he your husband? Should we fill him in on your situation? You’ll need soone to take care of you", the doctor asked.
"No, he’s just a friend. If I need his help, I’ll let him know Thanks." I replied wearily
After I was transferred to the ward, Damon ca to my bedside and asked. "What’s up? The doctor wouldn’t tell anything."
I requested the doctor to keep it confidential, so she wouldn’t inform Damon Patient privacy was respected in such cases.
Looking at Damon’s worried face, I knew he genuinely cared for . He had left Ariel behind to rush to the hospital. This wasn’t so fignt of my imagination. I was debating whether I should tell him the truth, give him a chance to decide.
If I could successfully deliver the baby, I wouldn’t shoo him away from visiting.
"Damon," I was about to say when Damon’s phone rang
He glanced at the caller ID and picked up. After a few words, I got the gist of the conversation. It must be Karen on the other end.
"How did it get so serious?"
"I’m on my way."
"Alright, got it."
I was hesitant a mont ago, but now I was determined. Damon had only sent to the hospital out of conscience, so how could I be swayed so easily?
Thank God I held my tongue, if not, I would’ve been accused of taking advantage of him.
Damon hung up the phone and looked at hesitantly I smiled and said, "Go, you’ve done enough by bringing here."
"She sprained her ankle pretty badly. I’ll go check on her," Damon seed to be explaining to .
"No need for explanations, you’re a free man" I maintained a calm smile, trying to sound indifferent.
Even though I was distraught and anxious, I didn’t want to show it. The child in my belly wasn’t just mine, but if I wanted to bring him into the world, I had to bear this burden alone
Damon furrowed his brows and then left.
As I watched the door of the ward close, my heart remained restless for a for the next few days.
long ti. After a while, I asked the doctor to find a nurse to take care of .
Then I called Harry to take a leave. He was worried and wanted to visit in the hospital. I gave him the address and told him to co the next day.
At night, while scrolling through my phone in bed, I saw a post by Ariel. It was from five hours ago, probably around the ti when Damon was taking to the hospital. A picture of an injured ankle and a brief caption, "What hurts more than a sprained ankle is a broken heart."
She must be upset thinking that the man she deeply loved chose to bring his unwell ex–wife to the hospital while she was injured. It must be heart–wrenching.
Well, she had it coming. I had endured countless painful monts of being abandoned, with Damon always choosing her over .
Before I was diagnosed with breast cancer in my past life, I had already felt unwell. Once, I was in so much chest pain that I was sweating bullets and hoped Damon would accompany to the hospital. But then Ariel called, saying she was pregnant, and Damon rushed over to her imdiately.
When I passed away, it was the happiest ti of their lives. Ariel was accepted by the Coleman family, pregnant with their grandchild, and Damon also gained their approval. They even opened a grand hotel.
I never imagined I would get a chance to upset Ariel. On impulse, I liked Ariel’s post. I was not sure if it was because I liked her post, but Ariel deleted it the next day.
"Eliana, what happened? Why’re you suddenly in the gynecology ward?" Harry ca to visit and asked, looking surprised.
I sighed helplessly, "Health issues, mainly gynecological. The doctor said if I don’t get treated, it might affect future pregnancies. Scared into staying here"
I didn’t want to tell anyone in my family about the pregnancy.
Harry sighed deeply. "It’s all Damon’s fault you’re like this. I rember you being very healthy and robust as a child, not this frail"
"That’s all in the past. I can only bla myself for being too sentintal back then." I managed a bitter smile.
"At least you guys didn’t have kids. This way, you can have a clean and straightforward divorce without too much entanglent. Otherwise, it would have been ssier and the child would have been affected" Harry opened the thermos he brought with him. Inside was so soup. He said, "Have so, it’s made by your sister–in–law"
I carefully sat up and started sipping the soup straight from the thermos.
Harry’s words weighed on my mind. Was I making a mistake by stubbornly wanting to give birth to the child?
A child needed not only material support but also paternal love, which was sothing I cannot provide. And if the Coleman family found out about the child, will I be able to keep them at bay? Even if Ariel later had the Coleman’s child, there was no guarantee that they won’t neglect mine.
Lost in thought, I heard footsteps from the entrance. Damon walked in. I was taken aback. "Why are you here?"
"Who were you expecting?"Damon seed sowhat displeased with my questioning, his expression growing stern. "Nicholas?"
I wasn’t waiting for him. I’d rather hire a nurse than ask Nicholas to take care of . I was not that shaless. Carrying Damon’s child, asking Nicholas to look after ? I wouldn’t dare exploit Nicholas’ feelings for .
"Is Ariel badly injured? Shouldn’t you be taking care of her? Or she might get heartbroken again" I couldn’t resist the sarcasm.
I didn’t owe Ariel any basic courtesy. I can mock her, ignore her, even piss her off from ti to ti. It was kind of fun.
"You enjoy mocking her?" Damon wasn’t angry, he just sat down on a chair nearby, looking at with a teasing smile, "Why don’t you play nice like before, be the caring sister in front of her?"
"So, now that the cat’s out of the bag, why bother hiding anything?" I looked at Damon with a cold stare.
"So, you told people that it was her who triggered our divorce?" Damon asked again.
I dramatically replied, "Yes, I spilled the beans. I knew my colleagues would co knocking, so I called Ariel out loud and clear for wrecking my marriage. I wanted to make her feel like dirt. Happy now?"
Damon gave a nod, "I’m satisfied."
"Then why don’t you go and comfort Ariel, tell her you’ve co to her rescue. Stop cramping my style, I need so rest, keeping my spirits up is crucial" I wasn’t lying. My doctor also told not to get overly emotional
"How long are you gonna be stuck in the hospital? What’s the issue?" Damon ignored my sarcasm and asked seriously.
"Obviously, it’s all about the big issue of and my future partner having kids. I need to rest up and get ready for a new married life." I replied coldly.
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