Chapter 2) A drunken night mistake/ Hotshot boyfriend.

I woke up and realized that it was morning. I had fallen asleep in the living room while waiting for Nathan to return home.

After I rose from the sofa and rubbed my palms on my face, I left the sofa and went to the bedroom, wondering whether Nathan had returned home last night after I fell asleep.

I arrived inside the bedroom, but there was no sign of Nathan there.

Then I returned to the living room to pick up the divorce document I had left on the table last night.

There was no way that Nathan would want to divorce me out of the blue. I did nothing wrong to deserve that from him.

So, that must be a misunderstanding.

I must meet him and resolve the misunderstanding as soon as possible.

Thinking about the kind of person Nathan was, I knew he would be at the company at the moment.

I was in a hurry, and desperate too. I love Nathan so much.

He may not love me the same way I do, but despite that, I am happy, as long as we are together.

Taking the divorce document with me, I returned to the bedroom.

As I walked to my wardrobe and opened one of the small spaces it had, I tossed aside the divorce paper inside it.

20 minutes later, I had finished taking my bath and was wearing some nice and modest outfits. A jean trouser, and a brown-colored turtle-neck shirt that had long sleeves.

After opening my wardrobe, I picked out the first set of black sandals I saw and wore them, before going out of the bedroom with my car key already in my hands.

I did not bother packing my back-length platinum silver hair.

No one needed to take a closer look at my hair to be able to tell that it had a reasonable number of split ends.

I had been so stressed out because I had been working morning and night for days, simply because I wanted to create the best premium jewelry for Nathan, so that he would outshine his business adversaries.

Maybe if I finish the designs, create them, and present them to Nathan, he would certainly take back the words he said to me last night and never bring up anything like divorce to me again.

If that was the case, I ought to work harder. I have come so far to secure my wedding to him.

My marriage to him can't simply end within a mere two years. I can't let my efforts go to waste just like that. I don't agree with it.

I arrived outside the building and went to enter my red car, before driving off. I was heading to the company, where to everybody, Nathan was the hotshot CEO, whereas I was one of his mere employees and a jewelry designer.

I arrived at the company and inquired from Nathan's personal assistant if Nathan was currently inside his office, but he told me that Nathan hadn't come to the company yet, making me wonder where he was.

Not ready to stay idle thinking to myself, I thought that it was best for me to engross myself in work.

I did not have a clue that one day of waiting for Nathan would turn into two weeks. I had been at the company for fourteen days, but there was no sign of Nathan.

That was so unlike him.

I hadn't seen him since that night and did not have any idea where he was. I got out of bed with my cell phone in my hand.

Honestly, I was tempted to call my mother-in-law because Nathan hadn't been picking up my call.

“Ack”. The phone in my hand fell after I dialed my mother-in-law's number. I did not go to the company today because I felt sick.

Maybe I was having a fever. That was what I thought, until I felt discomfort in my stomach and sweats began to slide down my temples.

I wanted to wait it out, but the discomfort became more severe, and I had to rush to a hospital. I didn't take my car with me, as I was in a terrible condition to drive.

When I arrived in the hospital, I was led to a ward after the nurses saw the sickly and pale look on my face that had significantly slimmed down.

I have been stressed these past days, and it was mostly because of Nathan. I thanked the two kind nurses after they helped me sit on the bed.

“Please be patient, a doctor will come and check up on you soon”. One of them said to me, and as I nodded at her in appreciation, they asked me if I needed any other assistance with anything.

I shook my head at them and they left.

I didn't check the time, but I think a doctor made his way into my ward 3 minutes after the nurses left.

With his medical equipment, he began to check up on me, while I made sure to stay calm and cooperate with him despite the strong discomfort that made me feel dizzy, like I was seeing double.

After the doctor finished checking up on me, he rose and began to look at me in disapproval, confusing me, because did I do anything wrong to him?

“Doctor, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”. I asked him.

“Mrs-?”.

“Adira”. I said.

“Mrs Adira, how could you be so careless with your health and that of your baby? What have you been doing these past few days? You were this close to losing the unborn child in your womb”. The doctor shook his head at me in disbelief as he said to me, while he demonstrated, using his hands, how really close I was to losing my baby.

I ended up looking at the doctor like a dummy. Did I hear him say 'my unborn child’? No. I don't think so. Either he had misspoke or I was hallucinating.

“Doctor, you are joking, right? Are you trying to tell me that I am pregnant?”. I asked him, forgetting the discomfort I was feeling.

There was this confused look on the doctor's face after I asked him that question. “You have no idea that you have been pregnant for two months?”. He asked me with a raised eyebrow, and I was bewildered and looked at my flat stomach.

He sighed. “Wait here, Mrs Adira. I will be right back. I need to prescribe some medications for you and examine your body once more, to be certain that you and your baby are not in any sort of danger”. He said to me before leaving.

After he left, I felt tears escaping from my eyes. “Me? Pregnant?”. I muttered and could not believe it. My hand shivered as I touched and felt my stomach.

Something suddenly struck me. It was a faint memory of what had happened two months ago.

It was a drunken night mistake.

That day, Nathan returned home drunk and finally consummated our two years of marriage.

I remembered how many times he took me to a hospital, just to be sure that I was not pregnant.

“I must keep this baby a secret from Nathan, because he would make me get rid of his own flesh and blood if he ever finds out about it”. I swallowed hard as I said, hugging the little hope in my belly.

This unborn baby was proof of my love for Nathan. I would never get rid of it.

The commotion outside my ward distracted me and caught my attention. I heard many voices outside the ward I was in, piquing my curiosity.

“Are you really serious? So Valentina is inside the clinic room, and she said something about her boyfriend coming to pick her up?”.

“Yes. You had better prepare your eyes to witness who the lucky guy is”.

“I am glad I came to the hospital”.

“Me too”.

“Same here. This opportunity must not be wasted. I can't wait to see her hotshot boyfriend!”.

“Hotshot boyfriend?”.

“Of course. Don't you know that not just anyone can date our very own goddess?”.

“He's right. He has a very valid point”.

I overheard the conversation of some individual outside, making me get up from bed and went to take a look outside my ward through the opening in the door.

How troublesome. Couldn't they do this elsewhere other than a hospital?

It hadn't been a minute since I started looking outside the ward through the openings in the door, and the center of everyone's discussion, Valentine, came out of the clinic room and was now in the hallway.

I knew who Valentina was. She was a celebrity. And compared to how pale and how unattractive I was thanks to stress, she was gorgeous.

An incredibly beautiful and tall young lady, with fair skin, a round face, combined with rosy heart-shaped lips, a pointed nose, and bright blue eyes, which made her look like a living doll.

Even from here, her long black hair was shimmering, displaying how healthy it was. She was wearing a short black leather skirt, with a milk-coloured shirt, combined with a classic black leather jacket.

She had an attractive fashion sense and was the opposite of me. I had almost stopped spying outside my ward when the commotion suddenly became thrice as noisy.

“Unbelievable! The most talked-about hotshot CEO bachelor is her boyfriend?!”. Someone exclaimed, and amidst the crowd, I looked closely at a particular figure that was too familiar for me to miss.

The person was wearing suit trousers and a white shirt, but without the suit jacket.

When he turned around, and I saw his face, I gasped and covered my mouth as I retreated.

Was that not Nathan? What was he doing here? And why was he holding Valentina?

Wait. Was he her boyfriend that everyone was talking about?

That couldn't be.