Ex-Husband After Divorce

A woman would typically cheer when she found she was pregnant, but not Luna. Instead of joy, fear and shock made her face pale. As she immediately sat up, her head spun in dizziness. Daisy told her to lean her back, and she gently followed. She looked down at her belly and spoke in her mind voice, ‘I thought I was just in my period.’

“Luna, you’re a doctor. You should’ve known that you’re pregnant. And how did you manage to stand beside the operating table for so long? Fortunately, your baby is safe,” Daisy somewhat lectured her with concern.

“Does anyone else know?” Luna interrupted before slowly looking up at her as if hoping nobody was aware of this.

There was silence for a moment while Daisy pursed her lips as if it was difficult to speak. Her expression revealed the answer to Luna. She chuckled sadly and thought, ‘Oh, I forgot. No one cares, especially now that Stella is dead. I won’t even cross Grayson’s mind.’

Melancholy sounded in her tone when she said, “Don’t tell anyone else.”

“Why? How about Grayson?” Daisy stared at her, worried.

“He doesn’t care.” The coldness of her voice froze the entire room as her eyes welled up. Luna couldn’t tell further why. Yet, Daisy could read her eyes. She knew more about Luna’s marriage than anyone else.

Indeed, Stella had just died. Even if the people heard that Luna was pregnant, not everybody would celebrate. The worst thing was it might be Daisy alone. “I understand,” she softly uttered and caressed Luna’s hair.

“However, when Stella’s funeral is over, you have to tell him. You are his wife, and you’ve done everything possible to save Stella. He shouldn’t blame you,” Daisy added. “Since Stella died, you can have a normal family with Grayson and your baby.”

Though it wasn’t pure to think like that, Daisy was grateful.

On the other hand, Luna was gazing at the darkness in the vast sky, feeling her marriage was about to end. She couldn’t just agree with her friend since Grayson’s true love wasn’t her. Now, it was even harder to fight against a ghost.

After some treatment and supplements for the baby, Luna was discharged from the hospital and went home late at night. There was not a single soul inside the house, but a part-time worker, who they hired to clean and cook meals for them.

When she went to the kitchen, she found the dishes on the table were already cold. ‘Grayson must haven’t returned yet,’ she thought. ‘Maybe he’s in Stella’s house, busy grieving and preparing for Stella’s funeral.’

No appetite to eat, Luna sat on the sofa and heaved a sigh. ‘What the hell should I do? If Grayson doesn’t accept me as his wife, what more is the child in my womb? Besides, he can’t just forget his true love in an instant,’ she pondered. Anxiousness caused her headache, so she took a quick shower.

The moment she was done, Grayson came back. Idle arms threw his tie and suit on the sofa while tiredness was evident in the circles around his eyes. It was as if Stella’s death had taken his life away.

Luna took a deep breath and walked over. Her slender fingers pinched the button on his collar as she untied it. When she was about to unbutton his shirt, Grayson suddenly clasped her wrist. He coldly stared at her and sneered, “Stella just died. Do you still want to do that now?”

Though it was vague, Luna understood what he meant. She gently answered, “I only think you need to breathe, Grayson, that’s all.”

Confusion clouded Grayson's mind. Judging from Luna's tone, he knew she was serious. His gaze followed Luna as she departed while thinking, 'Luna seems happy even if Stella has just died.' His eyes narrowed while a wave of rage arose in his system. 'Does she think she'll have a chance in my heart now that Stella's gone? Bitch.'

After Luna placed his clothes in the laundry, she lay on the bed. A moment later, a car's headlight reflected in her window as she heard the engine. It was the Ferrari Grayson often drove.

Hours of waiting had passed, there was no Grayson who returned, and Luna couldn't sleep. Her head on the pillow, she rubbed her abdomen gently. 'I'm sorry, baby, if Mommy can't promise you a whole family in the future.' Anguish troubled her all night.

The following day, Luna suddenly received a phone call from Grayson's parents, inviting her to their house for a meal. They reminded her to come with their son. Though she was supposed to be on duty, she was too embarrassed to refuse his parents. So, she only found a substitute to cover for her.

After countless times Luna called Grayson, there was still no answer. She could only think of one place where he would be. As a result, she drove towards her husband's company. When she asked the front desk, the lady answered, "Sir Grayson didn't come to work today."

"What? Where is he?" Luna immediately reacted. The lady only shrugged while she realized something. Stella's mother and her sister Chloe were the only ones left in their family. This might be the reason why Grayson had to take care of everything for Stella's funeral.

A faint smile appeared on Luna's lips as she noticed the lady's judgmental look. So, she stated, "I mean, he told me he has something to deal with. I was just too busy that I forgot about it."

Until she departed from the building, Luna forced a smile to plaster on her lips. Taking a deep breath, she hopped inside the car with restrained anger. She held the steering wheel tightly before stepping on the gas.

Before ringing the doorbell, Luna exhaled a huge amount of breath and thought of an excuse. The smile hadn't faded on her face since a helper welcomed her. She guided Luna to the dining area where Grayson's mother was waiting.

"Good evening," Luna greeted politely.

"Good evening, Luna. Where's Grayson?" Her mother-in-law, Maeve, asked.

Clearing her throat, Luna stared at her. "Ahm, Grayson has an important meeting to attend, and he can't excuse himself. He says it was urgent," she reasoned.

During the meal, utensils sounded in the dining. Maeve would ask questions, and all she would respond was yes or no. While slicing a lump of meat on her plate, Luna was absent-minded.

"Luna. Don't you think it's time for you to have a baby?" Maeve stared at her, but she lowered her head and whispered to the side, "If only your son loves me."

'With Grayson's stone heart, no matter how sincere I express my affection for him, if he loves Stella more, I can never change his mind.' The thought congested her heart.

Luna's whisper was inaudible for Maeve though it was quiet. Since she didn't hear her answer, she added, "You see, Stella is gone. If you get pregnant now, you can catch his attention. I swear he won't reject but love you more than ever."

The corners of Luna's lips showed a hint of ridicule before she quickly engulfed. The food Maeve cooked was flavorless. She usually liked food like this, but now she couldn't help but retch.

Surprised, Maeve asked, "What's the matter?" Though Luna hadn't answered yet, her eyes shone and glanced at Luna's belly. "Wait. Are you already pregnant?"

The turn of events happened in a blink of an eye. Luna was stupefied. 'Shit. She knows,' she thought, biting her lower lip.

"Are you okay?" The stun on her face worried Maeve, so she calmed her voice down and held Luna's hands. She flashed a broad smile, trying to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, Luna. This baby…"

Luna snapped back into reality and immediately broke Maeve's excitement. "No. My stomach just hurts," she lied.