She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.”

Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how.

Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.”

Home? I laugh bitterly. We don’t have a home anymore, Sebastian. I built one for us, and you broke it.

001 Long Awaited By Him

Scarlett’s POV

My periods were never accurate, but still, I should have known.

Nausea, tiredness, change of taste...You’d think it would be obvious, but you never know until afterward how many signs you missed.

Just like how I have been missing the signs shouting at me that the man I was married to would never love me back no matter how hard I try.

I came to the health screening thinking, what’s the worst that could happen? If it were cancer, I could handle it. But this I couldn’t handle.

A baby.

The best thing coming at the worst time.

I don’t know when I’ll feel that powerful motherly love that I’ve heard about, but I’m sure of HIS reaction. He will hate the baby.

It might as well just turn out to be cancer. At least that would make one of us happy.

Sitting in the busy lobby of the maternity floor alone, I try to absorb the news. My efforts are in vain. My eyes suddenly water with envy of the happy, loving couples sitting around me. I have a luxury house to live in, a billionaire to call my husband, and his baby in my womb.

Yet they are the happy ones.

I would trade all of it for what they have: a man by my side who cares.

You really came at the worst time, little one. I touch my flat belly, bitterly. Why come when mama loved the wrong man? What do I do with you?

My phone rings, warning me that I can’t hide from my life forever. I stare at his name glowing on my screen, finding it hard to find my voice.

In the end I just put it to my ear, in silence. It took him a minute to realize that it went through but only a second before his shouts burst out--

“Scar, where the hell are you?!” Sebastian’s voice is grumpier than usual, “You said 9!”

I glance at my phone. 9: 07 am. That’s all the patience my dear husband can spare me. 7 minutes.

“Can we do it some other time?” I close my eyes, finding no strength to even think about our schedule, “I...I don’t feel too well today--”

I grip my purse tight. In it lie two files.

The pregnancy result and...our divorce papers. One an accident from the day, the other...long awaited. I don’t feel too good, but then again, I haven’t been for a while now. I