She Strikes Back: My Ex-wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Let's Get A Divorce

OLIVIA

When I came around, the overpowering smell of antiseptic filtered through my nostrils.

I opened my eyes to be greeted by a white ceiling, before my eyes wandered to take in the white walls, and blanket covering half of my body.

This time, I already had a fairly good idea about where I was.

It was also this time that I acknowledged the presence of a cannula tube connected to the IV drip, and attached to my hand when I sat up.

I tried to remember how I ended up here, but my memories were hazy.

The memories started to resurface; I remembered going to Asher's office to give him an important file.... caught him kissing Chloe and then..... I sprang up at once, and checked myself out.

I clearly saw blood before passing out, does that mean I lost the baby? I shook my head, trying to shake off such a dreadful thought. I reassured myself that I must have hallucinated, as my mind wasn't thinking straight.

One of the doctors approached me, his voice laced with concern. “Ma'am, are you okay? How are you feeling?”

I gazed past him, my eyes scanning the room. The doctors and nurses gathered around my bed, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and sympathy.

But my eyes searched for one person, one face that I longed to see. Asher. But he wasn't there. The ward was empty, except for the medical team. I felt a pang of disappointment and frustration.

I forced a smile trying to mask up my true emotions. “Much better!” I replied, attempting to sound convincing but I was hurting deeply.

I couldn't help but blame myself, had I really expected Asher to be here? I knew better. Our loveless marriage hadn't changed just because I ended up in the hospital.

“Ma'am.....” The same doctor called again. I furrowed my brows as I noticed he hesitated.

“Is there something else I should know? Tell me!” I urged him, my heart racing.

“The child, we lost it,” He added.

I shut my both eyes tightly and was silent for a while, before opening them again.

“You must be joking, right? Don't you think now isn't the time for such jokes? I muttered, grabbing my phone but it fell from my trembling hand. "I still feel tired....you all should leave." I added in a low voice, gesturing at them to leave the ward.

"I know it's hard to you to believe us, but it's the bitter truth that you have to accept." The doctor said, his voice firm but gentle. "The child is gone." The rest of the medical staffs nodded their heads in unison, their faces gloomy.

"We'll give you some time alone," He added with a reassuring smile, before leaving and the rest followed suite.

I couldn't hold back my tears; they streamed down my both cheeks. I was a sobbing mess, my body shaking involuntarily. My mind raced to my failures in life; I failed in life, marriage and even in protecting my child, my firstborn.

I grabbed the pillow and pressed it over my mouth, trying to stifle my sobs. I clutched the duvet tightly, imagining it was Asher. At that moment, I felt like strangling him.

As I laid there, I couldn't help but think about how much I'd given to this marriage. I'd been faithful, supportive, and loving. But all I got in return was heartbreak, deception and betrayal.

"You witch!" A familiar voice spat, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Natasha came into view, her face red in anger.

"How did you manage to loose the baby? If you knew you were pregnant, shouldn't you have been more careful? You're not only a lazy b***h, but also very careless. You killed my unborn grandchild!" She yelled, her accusing fingers pointing at me like daggers.

I bit the inside of my mouth so much that I could feel the metallic taste of blood. My head was throbbing and Natasha's raised voice only made it worse.

"Mom, Asher cheated on me," I managed to say weakly.

"And?" She retorted nonchalantly, throwing me off balance. "Were you expecting him to stay tied to some cheap hag like you?" She added and my mouth parted in shock.

"Asher should just fill for a divorce, I'm sick of seeing your pathetic face almost every time. After all, the doctor said you have slim chances of getting pregnant again. Who knows what you've done to your womb? You're completely hopeless!" She said, her eyes blazing in contempt.

I just stared at her, surprisingly numb. My heart no longer raced at the mention of the word "divorce". I'd gotten to the point where her hurtful words no longer penetrated.

I averted my gaze elsewhere, ignoring her completely. My eyes fell on the mirror, tears escaped out of my eyes as I stared at my reflection.

I was taken aback by my appearance; my skin was pale, and my lips were cracked. I looked like a shadow of my former self.

Life seemed to have been drained out of me, I could hardly longer recognize the person staring back at me.

Natasha's voice snapped me back to reality. "Shedding those shitty tears won't make me change my mind" she said. "I'll convince Asher to get a divorce ,and that's final!" With that, she stormed out of the ward.

I shut my eyes, seeking solace in the darkness. It was my way of shutting out the world, and finding peace. I needed time to organize my thoughts and get myself back on track.

I'm not sure how long I stayed like that, but eventually, I sensed a presence. I opened my eyes to find Asher standing before me.

He had both hands casually tucked in his pocket, as he stared at me with those dark and unhinged eyes of his.

"How are you feeling?" He said, his tone laced with reluctance, as if he'd rather be elsewhere. I chuckled bitterly.

"Get some rest and the doctor will process your discharge in a few days," He added, staring at me with blank expression, making me wonder what was going on in his mind. I waited for him to talk about the child but he didn't.

As he meant to leave, I called out to him, my voice trembling in suppressed anger. "I.... I mean, we just lost out child, Asher." I said with a deep grunt.

"And you're not doing to say anything on that? What about the fact that I caught you cheating? Why are you acting like nothing happened?"

"Coming to my office was against my rules," He retorted. "You should be able to handle whatever you saw. And as for the child? You caused it, so stop the self pity."

I scoffed out loudly, sitting up straight. "I should stop the self pity? Asher, how long are you going to be like this? You don't care a bit, do you?" I asked, my voice raising.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips as he took a step closer to me. He leaned in, his cologne filling my nostrils, making me involuntarily hold my breathe.

"I suppose you know the answer to that already, don't you?" He whispered in my ear, his breathe sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I forced out the word I dreaded most: "Let's get a divorce." My voice was barely audible, my confidence wavered. I bit the inside of my mouth, bracing myself for his response.

The silence was deafening. I felt his gaze boring into me but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.

"Fine!" He replied after what seemed like ages, his voice firm. He turned and walked away, his both hands tucked in his pocket, leaving me shattered.

I watched his retreating back, my heart breaking with every step. He seemed too far, too distant for me to reach him.

"Just fine?" I repeated, scoffing out tears. He wasn't going to oppose to it; he agreed! It was as if I was a pest, he'd been wanting to get rid of. If that's what he wants, then I'll gladly give it to him.

We are getting a divorce.