When I got to the hospital, I was taken for a gynecological checkup while Neil 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 bummed me 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 someone 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, Neil came to my bedside and asked. What’s up? The doc wouldn’t tell me anything.

I requested the doctor to keep it confidential, so she wouldn’t inform Neil Patient privacy was respected in such cases.

Looking at Neil’s worried face, I knew he genuinely cared for me. He had left Bonnie behind to rush me to the hospital. This wasn’t some figment 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.

Neil, I was about to say when Neil’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 Kate on the other end.

How did it get so serious?

I’m on my way.

Alright, got it.

me to the hospital out of conscience, so how could I be

not, I

I smiled and said, “Go,

go check on her,” Neil seemed to be explaining

free man” I

it. The child in my belly wasn’t just mine, but if I

brows and then

watched the door of the ward close, my heart

doctor to find

worried and wanted to visit me in

scrolling through my phone in bed, I saw a post by Bonnie. It was from five hours ago, probably around the time when Neil was taking me

to bring his unwell ex–wife to the hospital while she was injured. It must

coming. I had endured countless painful moments of

unwell. Once, I was in so much chest pain that I was sweating bullets and hoped Neil would accompany me to

Whitmore family, pregnant

impulse, I liked Bonnie’s post. I was not sure if it was because I liked her post, but Bonnie deleted it

Why’re you suddenly in the gynecology ward?” Orlando

helplessly, “Health issues, mainly gynecological. The doc said if I don’t get treated, it might affect future pregnancies. Scared me

here

didn’t want to tell anyone in my family about the

all Neil’s fault you’re like this. I remember you being very healthy and robust as

only blame myself for being too sentimental back then.” I managed a bitter smile.

way, you can have a clean and straightforward divorce without too much entanglement. Otherwise, it would have been messier and the child would have been affected” Orlando opened the

and started sipping the soup straight from the

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