Ex-Wife Wins the Battle

I was seven months pregnant and suddenly found myself doubled over in pain in the middle of the night. But my husband, claiming it was because of his status as a public figure, refused to take me to the hospital.

“You know my career is unique,” he snapped. “Are you trying to get me caught by paparazzi and ruin my reputation?”

Blood was trickling down my legs, and I could only plead with him for help. “Honey, I'm bleeding. This is your child too…”

His irritation was clear as he finally got out of bed. I thought he would take me to the hospital, but instead, he slammed the door and walked out.

“Stop acting. Don’t think I’m unaware of your real motives,” he shouted. “I told you, those other women are just a part of my public image. Can you stop with the drama?”

The sound of the door slamming echoed, leaving me alone in the cold, empty room. In the end, it was my neighbor who rushed me to the hospital.

The doctor informed me that I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and needed immediate surgery. As I lay there, I glanced at my phone—a picture of Axel passionately kissing a celebrity, Izabella Bell, in a car had gone viral.

Lying in the hospital, my heart felt as cold and desolate as the operating room. Axel Wells, we’re finished.

When I opened my eyes again, I touched my now flat stomach, and tears began to flow. The child I had longed for was gone.

I wanted to tell Axel about the miscarriage, so I called him. The phone rang endlessly before someone answered.

A soft female voice spoke. “Axel’s in the shower. Can I take a message?”

I recognized that voice instantly. It was Izabella Bell, the rising star who became famous alongside Axel in a TV series. Did publicity stunts really need to go as far as passionate kisses and overnight stays?

Biting my lip, I asked, “Where is Axel? I need to see him!”

A light laugh came through the line. “He’s at my place, but I'm not comfortable giving you my address.”

“I have an appointment with my nutritionist this afternoon, and he’ll come with me. You can wait for him at the hospital,” she added before hanging up.

So, Axel wouldn’t come to the hospital for me but had rushed to Izabella’s house instead. He feared being spotted with his secret wife but wasn’t worried about being caught with her?

My heart felt like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe. I wrapped myself in the blankets, my sobs turning into uncontrollable wails.

I cried for my lost child and for myself. Not even a marriage certificate could keep Axel by my side, it seemed. If that’s the case, I’d be better off leaving. Let him fly as he pleases, and we can part ways without any unfinished business.