The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 118 - 116

Chapter 118: Chapter 116

When I got to the hospital, I was taken for a gynecological check–up while Damon waited outside.

I gave the doctor a brief rundown of my situation, followed by a series of tests. The results didn’t seem optimistic The doc suggested I stay in the hospital for a bit, which seriously bummed me out. I felt like a deflated balloon.

"The man outside, is he your husband? Should we fill him in on your situation? You’ll need someone to take care of you", the doctor asked.

"No, he’s just a friend. If I need his help, I’ll let him know Thanks." I replied wearily

After I was transferred to the ward, Damon came to my bedside and asked. "What’s up? The doctor wouldn’t tell me anything."

I requested the doctor to keep it confidential, so she wouldn’t inform Damon Patient privacy was respected in such cases.

Looking at Damon’s worried face, I knew he genuinely cared for me. He had left Ariel behind to rush me to the hospital. This wasn’t some figment of my imagination. I was debating whether I should tell him the truth, give him a chance to decide.

If I could successfully deliver the baby, I wouldn’t shoo him away from visiting.

"Damon," I was about to say when Damon’s phone rang

He glanced at the caller ID and picked up. After a few words, I got the gist of the conversation. It must be Karen on the other end.

"How did it get so serious?"

"I’m on my way."

"Alright, got it."

I was hesitant a moment ago, but now I was determined. Damon had only sent me to the hospital out of conscience, so how could I be swayed so easily?

Thank God I held my tongue, if not, I would’ve been accused of taking advantage of him.

Damon hung up the phone and looked at me hesitantly I smiled and said, "Go, you’ve done enough by bringing me here."

"She sprained her ankle pretty badly. I’ll go check on her," Damon seemed to be explaining to me.

"No need for explanations, you’re a free man" I maintained a calm smile, trying to sound indifferent.

Even though I was distraught and anxious, I didn’t want to show it. The child in my belly wasn’t just mine, but if I wanted to bring him into the world, I had to bear this burden alone

Damon furrowed his brows and then left.

As I watched the door of the ward close, my heart remained restless for a me for the next few days.

long time. After a while, I asked the doctor to find me a nurse to take care of me.

Then I called Harry to take a leave. He was worried and wanted to visit me in the hospital. I gave him the address and told him to come the next day.

At night, while scrolling through my phone in bed, I saw a post by Ariel. It was from five hours ago, probably around the time when Damon was taking me to the hospital. A picture of an injured ankle and a brief caption, "What hurts more than a sprained ankle is a broken heart."

She must be upset thinking that the man she deeply loved chose to bring his unwell ex–wife to the hospital while she was injured. It must be heart–wrenching.

Well, she had it coming. I had endured countless painful moments of being abandoned, with Damon always choosing her over me.

Before I was diagnosed with breast cancer in my past life, I had already felt unwell. Once, I was in so much chest pain that I was sweating bullets and hoped Damon would accompany me to the hospital. But then Ariel called, saying she was pregnant, and Damon rushed over to her immediately.

When I passed away, it was the happiest time of their lives. Ariel was accepted by the Coleman family, pregnant with their grandchild, and Damon also gained their approval. They even opened a grand hotel.

I never imagined I would get a chance to upset Ariel. On impulse, I liked Ariel’s post. I was not sure if it was because I liked her post, but Ariel deleted it the next day.

"Eliana, what happened? Why’re you suddenly in the gynecology ward?" Harry came to visit and asked, looking surprised.

I sighed helplessly, "Health issues, mainly gynecological. The doctor said if I don’t get treated, it might affect future pregnancies. Scared me into staying here"

I didn’t want to tell anyone in my family about the pregnancy.

Harry sighed deeply. "It’s all Damon’s fault you’re like this. I remember you being very healthy and robust as a child, not this frail"

"That’s all in the past. I can only blame myself for being too sentimental back then." I managed a bitter smile.

"At least you guys didn’t have kids. This way, you can have a clean and straightforward divorce without too much entanglement. Otherwise, it would have been messier and the child would have been affected" Harry opened the thermos he brought with him. Inside was some soup. He said, "Have some, it’s made by your sister–in–law"

I carefully sat up and started sipping the soup straight from the thermos.

Harry’s words weighed on my mind. Was I making a mistake by stubbornly wanting to give birth to the child?

A child needed not only material support but also paternal love, which was something I cannot provide. And if the Coleman family found out about the child, will I be able to keep them at bay? Even if Ariel later had the Coleman’s child, there was no guarantee that they won’t neglect mine.

Lost in thought, I heard footsteps from the entrance. Damon walked in. I was taken aback. "Why are you here?"

"Who were you expecting?"Damon seemed somewhat displeased with my questioning, his expression growing stern. "Nicholas?"

I wasn’t waiting for him. I’d rather hire a nurse than ask Nicholas to take care of me. I was not that shameless. Carrying Damon’s child, asking Nicholas to look after me? I wouldn’t dare exploit Nicholas’ feelings for me.

"Is Ariel badly injured? Shouldn’t you be taking care of her? Or she might get heartbroken again" I couldn’t resist the sarcasm.

I didn’t owe Ariel any basic courtesy. I can mock her, ignore her, even piss her off from time to time. It was kind of fun.

"You enjoy mocking her?" Damon wasn’t angry, he just sat down on a chair nearby, looking at me with a teasing smile, "Why don’t you play nice like before, be the caring sister in front of her?"

"So, now that the cat’s out of the bag, why bother hiding anything?" I looked at Damon with a cold stare.

"So, you told people that it was her who triggered our divorce?" Damon asked again.

I dramatically replied, "Yes, I spilled the beans. I knew my colleagues would come knocking, so I called Ariel out loud and clear for wrecking my marriage. I wanted to make her feel like dirt. Happy now?"

Damon gave a nod, "I’m satisfied."

"Then why don’t you go and comfort Ariel, tell her you’ve come to her rescue. Stop cramping my style, I need some rest, keeping my spirits up is crucial" I wasn’t lying. My doctor also told me not to get overly emotional

"How long are you gonna be stuck in the hospital? What’s the issue?" Damon ignored my sarcasm and asked seriously.

"Obviously, it’s all about the big issue of me and my future partner having kids. I need to rest up and get ready for a new married life." I replied coldly.