"Congratulations, Mrs. Blair Moons; you're eight weeks pregnant," the nurse announced. This was good news— for the longest time she had dreamed of carrying her child. It was not only her dream but that of her husband. Ethan has always emphasized the need for a child to take over the estate and their wealth. Blair smiled, her eyes beaming, but the nurse was not done. "The doctor requests your presence before you leave." Blair nodded immediately, walking into the doctor's office.
She did not see why she had been worried. A week ago she had been scared out of her mind; the infrequent nosebleeds, dizziness, and nausea were a result of their child and not what she had feared. She breathes, turning the doorknob.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Moons," the doctor said without taking his eyes off the chat in his hands. Blair sat patiently waiting; she was in a hurry; after all, it was her husband's birthday, and she had so much to prepare to make the day even more special. Now she had some good news.
"Your results are not pleasant," the doctor announced, handing her another set of files. Blair quickly glanced through it, eyes scanning every word for the problem. "While you will be able to have children in the future, that is, if you prioritize your health, I greatly advise you not to proceed with the pregnancy. It's of high risk; your health is poor and exhausted; you have to rest." Blair felt her world pause for a second as she struggled to digest the words of the doctor.
"'What do you mean, doc? I am capable; I can have this baby. I want the baby," she choked, her words coming out in segments, but the doctor just reclined his head.
"Mrs. Moon, I would like to speak to your husband; this is not a matter of desire. Your body can't handle the pregnancy long term due to your overstressing and high level of caffeine consumption," Blair smiled tightly. Never would she have thought fame and hard work towards her husband's success would cause her body so much damage, but all hope was not lost.
"I will think it over," she said, standing up and taking the file. Her steps felt hollow and unreal as she stepped out of the hospital. Devoting her time and burning the midnight candle, she worked her ass off to make sure her husband rose to the top, but now she could see it might cause them so much.
Blair smiled, not letting the news affect her; she was determined to have this baby, and no health issue would make her think otherwise. Despite telling the doctor she would think over it, her mind was made up from the start, and there was no going back. Blair did not have to go home; instead, she headed straight to where she had organized a party for her husband.
It was nothing big, just dinner to spend quality time with him. She has been busy at work, and so has he. Today being his birthday, she wanted a change of environment. The rain poured outside as she arrived, the chefs were ready, setting up everything, and the dim lights added layers of harmony to the cozy space. It was not just any restaurant but one of the best in town, with a private area overlooking the city.
She started out holding her phone in her hand, checking for updates every minute, but time ticked by slowly and painfully, yet there was no sign of her husband. The flower has long wilted, its petals now weak and lifeless on the table, while the violin players were tired and the food outright cold.
The staff looked at her with pity, but Blair refused to blend in despite tears burning in her eyes and rejection burning in her chest. She had made sure his schedule was free; whatever was keeping him must be important, she tells herself, packing up and heading home. The ride back to the penthouse was quiet; she sat behind the cap, staring out the blurring nightlight, but for some reason she couldn't see the light in her life.
Her marriage was fading away; her once happy home was now turning into a mirage. Ethan would never have left her hanging no matter the situation in the past, but here she was alone, frustrated, and in a dilemma. The cab soon pulled up in front of the huge gates, and she stepped out.
The rain was still pouring, but Blair couldn't feel it because her soul was colder. She walked in all drenched by the time she got to the front porch. The lights were on, and jazz played from their bedroom. She smiled, knowing her husband was back.
"He must have come back to wait for me," she told herself, rushing inside. She needed him—his comfort, a hug, his assurance. But as her hands turned open the doorknob of their bedroom, the sight before her was nothing to write home about. Blair stumbled behind her eyes, blurring, but she held firm.
"Yeah… oh… yeah, Ethan." Moans of ecstasy filled the air, mixed with the smell of sweat and sex. Blair did not know how long she stood still before they snapped out of their fun, noticing her presence, but seeing her husband continue to climax before turning to her broke her even more.
"Ethan, what's the meaning of this?" She finally found her voice. Ethan stood with a smug look. There was no ounce of remorse in him; he did not feel the need to explain. Rather, he casually walked over to the drawer, grabbing a file and tossed it to her. "Sign it; consider it your birthday gift to me,"
"Divorce papers!" Blair chuckled, her world taking a 360-degree turn.
She couldn't cry; her tears refused to come out. She thought the baby would be his birthday gift, the dinner she had planned to be his birthday present; she hadn't imagined this in a million years.
"We can walk this out. I...'' she found herself choking on her words. The young lady on the bed stood up, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out a bathrobe to cover herself. Blair watched her pick her favorite pink one, walking over the place like she owned it. Her actions were precise and deliberate, like those of someone who had been here countless times. A soft chuckle escaped her lips.
"Who would have thought you had found a shorter route while I exhausted my body drafting reports and helping the business grow?" Ethan scoffed.
"Don't act like you didn't see this coming. And when did you help? It has always been me. I married a woman with no value, a liability, and now I am done taking care of you. I am done taking responsibility for everything and I need a woman who can match my status.'' Blair felt like a fool.
He now needed a woman to match the statues she had helped him build. A statue she had given up her dreams to make sure he reached the top. Indeed, she felt like a liability for giving herself and everything to a man who did not see her worth. "Fine," she picked up the papers and signed.
The smugness on Ethan's face was evident; he held on tight to his mistress, a girl Blair knew too well. She was not only just like the others but the daughter of the CEO of Lush Collections, a company that recently invested in them. Now she understood the reason behind the high bid and quick conclusions.
"Since we are divorced, you should leave. I now have a woman in my life, and she wouldn't be comfortable living with my miserable ex," Blair smiled tightly. Of course he was kidding; in the middle of the night, she had nowhere to go. Walking over to the wardrobe, her path was instantly blocked by Sofia Anderson, a wide smirk on her face.
"You don't get to take anything from here," she announced. Blair turned to Ethan, but he was as indifferent as always. This was a sick joke, but now it was her reality as she stepped out into the rain with nothing but the clothes on her. From behind, she could hear him. Ethan smirked as he reminded her, "You'll come crawling back. You're nothing without me."
The rain fell on her, washing her tears, and the cold breeze wrapped around her like an embrace. The silent street, a weakness of her pain and fall from glory, offered no comfort. Blair could feel her heart break with every step she took, but little did she know the worst was yet to come.