Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

ue clinic. Her fingers mindlessly rubbed the cold metal hardware of her He

open. Dr. Cromwell walked in,

ose. His eyes flicked down, landing directly on Emma's f

e stiffened instantly. The back of her neck

tor?" she asked,

ed desk. He tapped a manicured finger against a set of

neled. The word "POSITIVE" glare

y sound in the room was the low, stead

ve of dizziness hit her. Black spot

d stark white. "That's impossible," she stammered, her voice shaking.

gently. He removed his glasses,

rfectly, still carries a roughly one percent failure rate per year of use." He paused, letting

math was cruel in its simplicity. She had done everything right.

well said quietly. "There is

flat against her lower abdomen before she even realized she was do

he found out? The question hit her like a physical blow. She knew the answer.

ic games" to secure the Chaney name. He had told her, over and over, that this marriage had an expiration date.

e. "Mrs. Chaney, are you all right? Given the cir

e she could think. Her hand pressed harder ag

ted. The shock was still there, raw and bleeding at the edges. Bu

voice cracked, but the words were solid

haney, legally I have certain obligati

f his desk. "Our anniversary is tomorrow. I need time. I ne

lly, bound by strict HIPAA privacy laws, he slowly nodded. "I strongly advise you to se

xamination table. The cold ultrasound gel

men. On the monitor, a fuzzy, bean-

A rapid, rhythmic whoosh-whoosh-wh

s eyes burned. Hot tears spilled over her la

ached up, her fingertips hovering

inside her. The fear was still there-the dread of Denton's reaction, the terror of what this would mean for her

mething that had nothing to do with survi

s from the doctor. She wiped the gel from her st

photo. She folded it carefully

l coat and slipped the photo inside, pressing i

ere unsteady at first, but by the time her hand hit the doorknob, her spine was straig

g doors of the clinic, meeting the bit