Marry The Billionaire Again

"Pregnant again?" Michelle Harris stared at the test in her hand, her mind spinning.

This would be her third baby. And for some ungodly reason, she'd never been able to carry the first two to term.

Once she got home, Michelle dialed the number she knew by heart. Hope climbed higher with every unanswered ring, and her heart sank lower and lower, until finally, the line clicked through.

Her eyes lit up bright with hope as she babbled the news to Logan Harris, "Logan… I’m pregnant."

Dead silence stretched on the other end. Just when Michelle thought the call had dropped, Logan’s rough, gravelly voice came through: "I’ll have Yadiel bring you some prenatal vitamins later. That’s all for now."

Michelle listened to the dial tone buzz in her ear, then set the phone down, disappointment heavy in her chest.

Same as always. Logan always made sure someone dropped off vitamins for the pregnancy, but his words never held a drop of joy.

Knock knock.

A soft rap on the door pulled her out of her head. Michelle answered evenly, "Come in."

Yadiel stepped in, holding a mug that still steamed. "Madam, Mr. Harris asked me to bring you this herbal tea. You should drink it while it’s hot."

Michelle pulled a wobbly smile. "Thank you."

She took the mug without a second thought and drank the whole thing down. But moments later, a searing pain ripped through her abdomen, and warm liquid started leaking down her thighs.

She glanced down, and pure panic flooded her system when she saw the bright red blood blooming across her jeans. She dropped the mug, clutching Yadiel’s arm so tight her knuckles whitened. "Yadiel, call an ambulance, hurry!"

Yadiel froze. Even he remembered the previous miscarriages hadn’t hit this fast.

"Hurry, Yadiel!" Michelle’s desperate plea yanked him out of his shock. He ran out… but instead of calling 911, he dialed Logan. "Sir, Madam’s had a miscarriage…"

Mid-call, Michelle blacked out. When she came to, she was in her own bed, her personal physician standing over her, needle still in hand.

"Where’s my baby?" Michelle’s voice came out thin and broken as she clutched the doctor’s sleeve, desperate for any other answer.

The doctor shook his head softly. "Madam, your uterine wall is too thin. The embryo could never implant properly."

Hearing the same old explanation one more time, the sharp focus in Michelle’s eyes went dull and empty. She stared up at the ceiling, and suddenly the herbal tea she’d drunk earlier popped into her head.

She thought back to all her previous miscarriages. Every single one had happened right after she drank that tea. And it was always this same doctor that treated her after.

If she needed medical care, why did Yadiel call this private doctor instead of taking her to a real hospital?

While she was piecing it all together, the door swung open. Michelle looked over slow and wary, and locked eyes with Logan Harris’s cold, sharp jawline.