I never imagined it would take so little time for her to push me out of his life.
"Ms. Wright, do you want to keep this pregnancy?"
The doctor’s concerned words snapped me out of my thoughts.
My hand, holding the examination report, trembled slightly.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Doctor, please arrange for an abortion as soon as possible."
I never expected to be pregnant at such a bad time.
Since I was set on divorcing Xavier, there was no need to create any further ties between us.
As I held the prescription and prepared to pay the bill, I unexpectedly ran into Loretta.
"Serena, what brings you here?"
She glanced up at the "Obstetrics" sign behind me and covered her mouth in feigned shock.
"Serena, are you pregnant? That's wonderful!"
Her faux surprise was revolting.
I gave her a cold, indifferent look.
"No, I just happened to walk past this department."
I was so focused on brushing her off that I didn't notice when Xavier appeared beside me.
His face was sullen, and he was holding a large bag of medicine.
The moment he arrived, Loretta leaned into his arms, looking weak and pale, and spoke to me in a frail voice.
"Serena, don’t misunderstand. I’ve been feeling unwell all day, and Mr. Torres insisted on bringing me to the doctor. It’s so frustrating. The doctor prescribed all these stomach medications, and I hate taking medicine!"
Her eyes flashed with a blatant challenge, making mine sting with unshed tears.
"Mr. Torres, we should get back to work. We still have several meetings to attend."
She tugged at Xavier’s sleeve, softly reminding him.
Xavier ignored her and stared intently at the prescription in my hand.
"Are you feeling unwell? Why didn’t you tell me?"
When I stayed silent, he reached out to take the bill from my hand.
I pulled my hands behind my back, a flash of disgust in my eyes.
"It’s just a minor cold. Don’t worry about it, Mr. Torres."
I turned around to leave, but Xavier blocked my way.
"Serena, stop being difficult. You look awful. Let me take you home."
He moved to support me, but Loretta suddenly clutched her stomach and squatted down, her face twisted in pain.
She looked up, assuring Xavier she was fine, even as she winced.
Caught between us, Xavier looked at me awkwardly, then withdrew his hand.
"Serena, get a taxi. I’ll join you shortly."
Without waiting for my response, he turned to help Loretta up.