After Rejection: Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor

CHAPTER FIVE

H A I L E Y

I wasn’t prepared for how hard life would be without Dominic by my side. New country, new city, new life. I hadn’t imagined the struggle and agony I’d have to go through after I was stripped off every single thing I thought I had.

My husband, my title, and my mate. It only made me realize how dependent I had been on Dominic, how I had made my world revolve around him so much that I lost track of the woman I was before him.

I couldn't remember the last time I was truly happy, and didn't have to worry about the next day.

My father always used to tell me, "You can't expect a man to give you the happiness that only you can create for yourself."

It took me a while, but I finally understood his words. My happiness wasn't dependent on Dominic. It never was.

I didn't need a man to take care of me, I was capable of doing so myself.

The realization made me strong. It empowered me and gave me the strength I needed to move forward.

Dominic had hurt me and left me, he didn't love me and had moved on, but it didn't matter. But that didn’t stop the sting of pain and ache in my chest that I wake up to everyday, this was a man I had spent three years of my life loving unconditionally and obsessively, and one day, he was gone, like a stranger.

Dominic didn't even visit me in the hospital. He didn't call to check on me.

He was gone.

He had abandoned me.

Yasmine and Dominic had gotten engaged a month after the divorce was finalized.

A month after he almost killed me and my unborn child. A month after he shattered my world like I meant nothing to him.

I couldn't believe my ears when the news reached me.

How could he betray me like that?

Was his revenge complete now?

Did he finally have the satisfaction and relief he craved so much, after all these years?

Yasmine was the reason behind the destruction of my marriage. She was the cause behind the heartbreak I suffered from, and the pain I couldn't shake off, the agony and torture. She had taken everything from me, and she was happy.

I wasn't.

I had nothing left, and no one to love or love me back.

My mother died when I was twelve, and my father a few years ago.

I was alone.

The emptiness I felt was unbearable, and the feeling of betrayal and resentment, was the only thing keeping me alive. And the child who had grown full term inside my womb was the only thing that gave me a little comfort.

My baby boy was the light of my life. He was the only thing that kept me from killing myself. He was my angel, and the only family I had left. This little glimpse of hope was the reason why I decided to go back to school that I had discarded three years ago when I met his father, I thought it wasn’t important, Dominic insisted that it would only separate us from each other and he couldn’t do long distance. I was young, stupid and naive. Doing whatever he says just because I loved him so much, and he was the only person I knew and loved.

I had a scholarship and a degree that was waiting for me, but I had foolishly sacrificed it. Now, it was time for me to pick up the pieces, and find the woman who I had lost somewhere in the midst of my misery.

For the past nine months, I went back to medical school which I had stopped halfway because I met the love of my life and thought nothing mattered other than him.

But life has a funny way of reminding us that the world doesn't stop for our love. It is a constant movement and sometimes, the hardest things are the best lessons we can learn.

Today, I was writing my final paper that would determine my dream as a doctor, but there was a feeling of dread at the back of my mind. I was nine months pregnant and two days past my due date, what if the baby decides to come now, when I'm supposed to be writing the exam?

What will happen?

I'm supposed to be getting a job soon, and then go to residency. I have plans.

What if...

Stop.

I can't think about this.

I can't think about the possibility.

I can't fail this exam.

This was the only opportunity I had to give myself and my baby the life we deserved, this was the chance I’ve been waiting for, and it couldn’t be ruined.

I shook the thought away and started working on my paper.

It was 3pm, and the exam was going to be over in a couple of hours, and I had barely written three paragraphs.

My body ached and my back was sore, the pain was starting to get worse.

It wasn't normal.

I was sweating profusely as I scribbled the answers into my exam booklet, my fingers trembling from the sheer intensity of the pain radiating from my lower back to my abdomen. My breath caught, and a low groan escaped my lips. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore it, telling myself it was just Braxton Hicks, those annoying false contractions I had been experiencing for weeks now. But this felt... different. More intense. Like something inside me was tightening with an urgency I couldn’t control.

I tried to refocus. I needed to finish. Just two more questions. Just hold on a little longer, I told myself. But when I leaned forward to write the next line, I felt a sudden warm gush between my thighs. My eyes widened. I froze.

No... No, no, no...

I slowly looked down, and horror washed over me as I saw a small pool of water gathering at my feet, soaking the chair and the exam paper I was clutching like my life depended on it. For a moment, the room spun. My heart began to pound so violently I could hear it echoing in my ears.

Then a sharp, stabbing pain ripped through my lower abdomen, so violent, so primal, that I screamed. The pen dropped from my hand as my fingers clenched around the edge of the desk, trying to anchor myself to something, anything, as another wave of searing pain crashed over me.