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.

times they slept together. Hence, she did

in her womb, and a new

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

proceeded to retrieve a box of morning-after pills

disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might only cause more harm than

meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your own pleasure

Samuel was incensed.

true that Kathleen often has to

proper contraceptive measures, would you prefer to be as fecund as a sow?” countered

truly love me, he would certainly

on. No man would commit such

yourself that your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding a good man

me, Kathleen, when I say that such men are a

given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day

a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have met the only

means that we’re fated

uttered self-mockingly, “As if! Curse my rotten luck. I

to have pined after

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

instantly sensed that something

seemed that she had inexplicably become more prone to

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

between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever,

to flop onto the bed,

Samuel grimaced.

She would not have dared to do so in the past. When did she become so

wit in switching

have proposed to take them

eventually drifted off and

gaze was pinned on the bottle of

of it. How am I not a good

good man was defined by his actions in not allowing

use a condom

lay in bed and turned to

and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as an

is it possible for such an irresistibly adorable woman to exist? No wonder everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does not belong to that of

thought of that did not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen

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

in dismay at the commotion, but