SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE

. Pregnant and Divorced

Brie POV

“Congratulations, Mrs. Hunter. You are ten weeks pregnant.”

I got out of the doctor’s clinic completely in a daze. Her words echoed in my head, making my heart beat fast.

In the midst of grief and pain, finally, there’s some good news, I mused to myself.

Ecstatic, I could not help the grin that spread across my face, feeling the slight lifting of the weight on my shoulders.

With renewed vigor, I quickened my steps. The elevator opened. I walked out, passing the nurse station on my way to the ICU.

“Mrs. Hunter.” The nurse greeted me.

“Hi. How’s Noah?” I asked the nurse, feeling a little fatigued.

“Still the same. Mr. Hunter has not woken up yet.” The statement dampened my enthusiasm. Still, I marched to my husband’s bed, took the chair, and sat down.

The nurse left to give us privacy.

I looked at the dearly beloved face of the man I loved, and longing pierced my heart. Involuntarily, my hand lifted to touch his face. I let the tip of my finger trace his eyelids before brushing the lock that fell down his forehead.

I noticed he needed a haircut and a shave, too, and made a mental note to bring his personal barber next time.

“Noah. Wake up. It’s been weeks.” I murmured, feeling a wave of desolation gripped me as I saw the pallor on his face.

At the same time, I pressed the palm of my hand to my lower abdomen. It was an unconscious act I had been doing since I learned about the pregnancy.

“Please open your eyes. There is something you need to know.” I told him, trying to stifle the excitement in my voice despite our situation.

Noah had been confined in the ICU the night of our third wedding anniversary following a vehicular accident that also claimed his parents’ lives.

It was a trauma I never wanted to relive again.

I was at the house at the time. I clocked early from work because of a headache but was waylaid later by an impromptu meeting.

Noah stayed at the office and promised to pick me up so we could go to our anniversary venue together, but he never came.

Our housekeeper later informed me that the police were waiting for me outside. I was so scared when they told me my in-laws passed away and that my husband was in critical condition.

At first, I was confused, and then I was shocked until tears started welling in my eyes, and they ran down my cheeks in torrent.

My phone rings, cutting me off from my musings.

It’s the company lawyer.

Quickly, I wiped the tears that ran down my cheek and took a deep breath to remain calm.

There had been so many things going on at the HUNTER ENTERPRISES. What with Noah’s parents’ untimely death and Noah’s confinement, I had to go back and forth to the hospital and the office to