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.

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

planted in her

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

retrieve a box of

Samuel grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you.

let me suffer through this, unlike you! All

Samuel was incensed.

truly act irresponsibly? Still, it is true that Kathleen often has to be on Plan

prefer to be

man were to truly love me, he would certainly have a

No man would

so full of yourself that your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding

men are a mere figment of your

What is so bad about me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her

men out there are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have met the only bad egg

we’re fated then,” replied

my rotten luck. I

mind must have been lust-addled to have

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

that

it seemed that she had inexplicably become

her research, however, it could be that her mood swings were due

eyebrows,

flop onto the bed, pull

Samuel grimaced.

business. She

her quick wit in

proposed to take them

drifted off and succumbed to

pinned on the

an eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am I not a

by his actions in not allowing her to consume birth-control

condom from this day

to his side, taking

soft and luscious as fresh peach and

drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The

did not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in

go of me you scum!” Kathleen shrieked as she struggled to escape

dismay at the commotion,