Divorce Anxiety

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

She had brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about it.

had worn a condom the subsequent few times they slept together. Hence, she did not see

had been planted in her womb, and a new life took

my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right now if

a box of morning-after pills from the

“Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might

me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your

Samuel was incensed.

true that Kathleen often has to be on Plan B

prefer to be as fecund as

truly love me, he would certainly have a

man

are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding a

me, Kathleen, when I say that such men are a mere figment of

imagined good man. What is so bad about me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and

good men out there are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have

means that we’re fated

“As if! Curse my rotten luck.

have been lust-addled to have

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

that something was

seemed that she had inexplicably become more

that her

between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever, I’m going

proceeded to flop onto the bed, pull up the covers,

Samuel grimaced.

to instigate my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared

the heavens for her quick wit

to take them right before

eventually drifted off

on the

get rid of it. How am I

by his actions in not allowing her to consume birth-control pills, then so

condom from this day

bed and turned to his side, taking in

soft and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as an endearing tabby

for such an irresistibly adorable woman to exist? No wonder everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen

with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace to soothe

of me you scum!” Kathleen shrieked as

in dismay at the