How To Get A Divorce From A Billionaire ?

Episode 92

A day passed.. Then two..

A week .. Then two..

Months followed and my child still lived!

I must say this child sure inherited all Eliyas's genes and neglected mine, otherwise, how come when literally there was no hope left he still survived?

I guarantee you, when I give birth to this little devil, he would come out silently .. Then start inspecting his surrounding without crying, and would only gaze at the nurse coldly waiting for her to cover him with clothes, I suppose his father did the same thing as well.

The child is a boy.. If I should define his gender, a very stubborn and willful boy to be precise, for example when a second doctor  was doing my ultrasound after reading my file and coming to know how terrible my condition always was, with a very surprised face she informed us:

_" the foetus is developing in the norms."

When I smiled and thanked her for reassuring us, she repeated as if we didn't hear her the first time:

_" his growth is normal, he's normal in size, there's no abnormalities."

_" el hamdulillah for that(thank god)" I said.

She red my reports for the second time, calculated my gestational age again as well, then when she made sure she wasn't mistaken she commented brightly:

_" Your son sure is a fighter."

You see, I have a condition which should not only make my pregnancy very weak and make me have bleeding very often, it should deprive my baby from having enough supply therefore, most likely, the baby would be underweight and underdeveloped.

It is for this reason mainly that, Eliyas and I, never talk about the day when our child comes out to this world in a good shape nor the possibility of him having a long healthy life, because all facts says that will never happen.

Instead, we're content with every moment that we have with him, and very thankful for being this blessed so far..

With the passing of days pregnancy became less of a burden which is quite funny, since for other women as their pregnancy progresses so does their struggle, as for me, just the fact I wasn't in much pain anymore was loads more than what I could ask for, all the rest was manageable.

You see, I didn't simply wake up one day to discover that the struggle was suddenly over, in reality, my pain episodes only slowly and gradually became distant and rare, if this didn't happen, I would have certainly lost my sanity because of my phobia, I needed in fact an army of experts to help me go through the mental torture I was forced to endure, I had to take medication for it as well and I prayed every time that it wouldn't affect my baby.

the thing is.. After going through that difficult time and having much of my mental and physical health restored, I finally noticed that I neglected something of great importance, that is: how is Eliyas doing?

Because this man was always there, like all the time, even when I didn't have the right set of mind to see who was around me I'm certain he was there for me, witnessing it all, so it's only human and natural of me to wonder how he was getting through it all.

In order to achieve this quest, it was necessary  to dress prettily, to look my greatest and to ask to meet him to have a serious chat.

However, the reflexion I saw of me on the mirror still looked sickly and fragile in whichever way I tried to improve my looks, so I conveniently decided to skip this part of my plan, instead, I put the largest dress I had to cover how skinny I became and I put on my largest smile to cover all the rest, then once Eliyas came to the hospital to see me I asked for the first time in about a month or two: