Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 390

ANASTASIA

I tightened my grip on my stomach and wondered if this was it for me.

Is this how I've been destined to die?

And… Amie!

The thought of her alone made me snap my eyes open. My death will most probably equate this baby's death and that means Amie will have no chance of survival anymore. She'll probably die shortly after my own death or live a few more years in pain before she finally dies.

No.

I gripped the legs of the chair and tried to get on my fours, but I just couldn't remove my hands from my stomach. The pain was everywhere, everywhere ached, but it felt as though my stomach was the root of the pain. But I didn't give up. I couldn't.

I wondered how much pain my baby must be going through if the pain I felt was this much.

I didn't want to imagine how devastated Dennis would be. I didn't want to think that just the shock of my death might take Amie's life. And if it didn't, apart from the physical pain she'd have to go through, she'd also carry a heavy heart for the few years she'd live.

Since I told her about her sibling, she had looked forward to it. She talked about the things they'd do together, the things she'd teach him when he comes.

I didn't want to disappoint her. She deserves to live and enjoy life. She deserves to know her father and get a sibling.

A groan escaped my lips and I felt my head ache even more, my eyes tearing up as the pain intensified.

Tears poured out of my eyes as I cried silently, hoping someone will come for me. Hoping I'd be able to get out of this house and drive myself to the hospital before anything happens to my baby.

The latter was glaringly impossible so I reached for my phone where I had dropped it and began to dial numbers.

My hands trembled and I could barely see my screen. I wasn't sure if I was dialing the right numbers. But that didn't matter. It didn't matter who it was that came, I just needed help.

The phone dropped from my hand and I let out a shrill as a stabbing pain shot through my abdomen.

Oh God.

It felt like I was stabbed. And the knife was twisted in my stomach.

God, please, protect my baby. I cried. Keep him safe.

With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and dragged it to me again. By this time, I was whimpering as I prayed that someone would pick up their phone.

But I couldn't continue to just hope. I had to do something. The longer I remained here, the weaker I grew and I knew I was on the verge of losing consciousness. That would be worse

What should I do?

Maybe I should order a ride. Once he gets here, I'll plead with him to come up the stairs.

Right when I managed to open the app, I heard a bang downstairs.

Thank God! I breathed as I dropped my phone. I wanted to crawl to the door, to yell that I was in here but I could not even move.

I waited but I didn't hear footsteps. Or any sign of help.

The edges of my vision began to blur and darken.

The pain had not subdued and it was getting harder to breathe.

Right when I began to give into the darkness that promised relief, I think I heard a voice… footsteps… shouts…

I couldn't tell. I opened my eyes but it felt too heavy, too painful. I felt acutely aware of the pain of my misery and hopelessness so I closed my eyes again.

It was better. I could still feel and hear. That was enough. Though I wish I wouldn't feel too, so I wouldn't feel this insane pain anymore.

A door was thrown open and I heard a loud gasp, followed by hurried footsteps.

“Ana! Ana are you okay?“ I felt hands on me. Then I was being pulled up. “Ana, look at me.“