Divorced: I Married My Enemy

Chapter 3

ISABELLA’S POV

The television had been nothing but background noise for the past hour. I had been staring at the same page of my book for twenty minutes, my mind somewhere else entirely.

But then the news anchor's voice cut through my haze with words that made my blood run cold.

"The Sterling family only heir that has never come public, Alexander Sterling, was spotted in the city last night," I heard, and immediately I felt the urge to see what he looks like.

I looked up slowly, and immediately my eyes widened in disbelief. Those sharp cheekbones I had traced with my fingers in the dark.

That jaw I had kissed along, those intense eyes that had locked onto mine as we had the moment of our lives last night.

“No, no, no, this can't be,” I said, slowly setting the book down, with my hands trembling as I reached for the remote.

The man I had spent one reckless, unforgettable night with, the man who made me forget all about Daniel's betrayal and my divorce, was the very man that made me feel so good, like I have never felt in ages, that was the Sterling heir.

The very family that ruined my family and killed my parents.

"What have I done?" The words came out as barely a whisper as I pressed my palm against my forehead.

The room felt like it was tilting, and images flashed through my mind of the way he had looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world, the way his hands had felt on my skin, and the way he'd whispered sweetly into my ears.

I thought, and just then a sudden dizziness hit me without warning. The room spun, and I gripped the edge of the couch to steady myself.

My vision blurred, and a wave of nausea rolled through me. "Breathe, Isabella. Just breathe," I told myself, trying hard to keep my balance.

I tried to take a deep breath, hoping my vision would get better, but it only got worse by the minute.

“Casey,” I managed to scream, and that's when I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to a blinding brightness of lights above me. I gazed around, trying to take in the unfamiliar environment I had found myself in.

My eyes trace the machines nearby, down to the white wall, making me gasp as I realize I was in the hospital.

“What happened to me? How did I even get here?” This question rang out of my mouth as I tried to sit up on the bed.

Just then the door cracked open, and Casey, my sister, walked into the room. "Sis, you are finally awake,” she said, grinning from ear to ear, as she rushed towards me.

“But what happened to me? Why did I suddenly collapse?” This question rang in my mouth as I faced her fully.

Just then we heard the cracking sound of the door followed by footsteps.

I quickly turned my head in that direction, and I saw a woman in a white uniform holding onto a bowl.

As the nurse moved closer to me with a soft smile plastered on her face. She checked the monitors, barely glancing at me.

“You are awake now,” she said, while I used the opportunity to ask her.

"Yes, but what happened to me?" I inquired of her while she just smiled.

“Hold on, the doctor will be here any moment, and he will give you all the answers you are looking for,” she responded to me, with a soft and calm voice.

I wanted to push her for more so maybe she could just give me a hint of what I was up against, but from how she had spoken, it seemed she wasn't going to say anything more.

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to be easier. I was still dwelling in my thoughts when the door cracked open again.

A man in a white coat entered the ward. I bet he was the doctor, making me sigh in relief.

He was tall, with short black hair, and he was a man in his forties, and he had a smile on as he walked closer to my bed.

“Hey miss, I see you’re already awake.” He spoke softly, while I just stared at him without saying a word.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked further.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before responding to him. “Confused,” I admitted.

“Please tell me, sir, what actually happened to me? Why did I suddenly collapse?” I asked him, unable to keep it in any longer.

His smile deepened as he sat down on the edge of the bed. My gaze never left his because I was just so curious to know what had happened to me.

I mean, I have never in my life collapsed before, so this was really strange to me.

“Please calm down, miss; I'm going to answer all your questions,” he said calmly, but I was still impatient.

“Please, sir, can you just get on with the answer already?” I asked him, hoping he wouldn't hesitate any longer.

“Okay, fine, but relax; you really need it,” he said, while I just watched him carefully.

“Well, first things first, you collapsed due to a sudden drop in your blood pressure. And that occurs because you have been stressed,” he explains.

He was right. I have been trying to overwork myself since my divorce with Daniel, because I didn't want to think about his betrayal even for a minute.

“Doctor, you are right when you said I'm stressed, but no matter how stressed I get, I have never once collapsed before. So I have a feeling that there is something more to this.” I explained to him.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, which made me wonder what it was all about, and slowly fear started creeping into my mind.

“Doctor, do I have a disease?” I asked him, my eyes slowly becoming teary.

“What? No, far from it,” he responded sharply, making me sigh in relief.

“Okay, then, why are you so hesitant to say what it was?” I asked him while he looked up at me immediately.

“I'm not hesitant,” he said, then he stretched his hand forward. A smile curved at the corner of his lips.

“Congratulations, Miss Cruz, you are three weeks pregnant,” the doctor announced, grinning from ear to ear, as he stretched out the pregnancy test paper to me.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my world crumbled before me, leaving me breathless.

I was such a disappointment to my parents. Firstly, I married a man that they never approved of for five years, and now I was pregnant with the heir of the family that killed them.

I bet my parents will be regretting why they ever had a daughter like me. I thought as tears flowed down my cheeks as I stared at the test results in my hand.