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.

I was determined. Neil had only sent me

I would’ve been accused of

up the phone and looked at me hesitantly I smiled and said, “Go,

ankle pretty badly. I’ll go check on her,” Neil seemed to be explaining

a free man” I maintained a calm smile, trying

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

furrowed his brows and then left.

watched the door of the ward close, my heart remained restless

a while, I asked the doctor to find me

and wanted to visit me in the hospital. I gave him the

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 the hospital. A picture of an injured ankle and a brief caption, “What hurts more than a sprained ankle is a

must be upset thinking that the man she deeply loved chose to bring his unwell ex–wife to the

moments of

that I was sweating bullets and hoped Neil would accompany me to the hospital. But then Bonnie called, saying she was pregnant, and Neil rushed over to

passed away, it was the happiest time of their lives. Bonnie was accepted by the Whitmore family, pregnant with their grandchild, and Neil also

I would get a chance to upset Bonnie. On impulse, I liked Bonnie’s post. I was not sure if it was

the gynecology ward?” Orlando came to visit

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

here

to tell anyone in my

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

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

a clean and straightforward divorce without too much entanglement. Otherwise, it would have been messier and

up and started sipping the soup straight from the thermos.

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