Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 493

(Winona)

The gel is cold, but I don’t care. I need this done. Dr. Harris adjusts the probe on my stomach, her face neutral as she stares at the monitor.

Jayden sits beside me, his hand gripping mine. Lisa is standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed, her eyes flicking between me and the screen. Cass perches on the bedside out of the way.

I’m grateful for their support.

“Let’s see,” Dr. Harris says. Her tone is calm, but it doesn’t ease the storm raging inside me.

My breath comes in shallow bursts, and I glance at Jayden. He hasn’t let go of my hand since they rolled the machine in. He looks focused, his eyes glued to the screen.

Lisa breaks the silence first. “Should it take this long?” Her voice is sharp, her worry evident.

Dr. Harris keeps her tone steady. “Sometimes the baby’s position makes it harder to pick up a signal. Let’s not assume anything yet.”

“Easier said than done,” Cass says.

I can’t help but agree. My mouth is dry. “Doctor, should I be worried?”

Dr. Harris meets my eyes briefly. “Try not to stress, Winona. The baby’s position or the placenta could be blocking the signal. It doesn’t mean anything conclusive.”

“Or…” My voice cracks, and I hate how fragile I sound.

Jayden squeezes my hand firmly. “Don’t go there yet,” he says, his voice low and steady.

“You’re not scared?” I whisper, my eyes searching his face.

He doesn’t answer right away. When he does, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Terrified. But we’ll get through this. Together.”

Dr. Harris adjusts the probe again, tilting it slightly. The static hums through the room, filling the silence like an unwelcome guest. I strain to hear anything—anything at all.

Nothing.

I swallow hard, my voice shaky as I ask, “Why can’t I hear it? Is it supposed to take this long? It feels like it’s taking too long.”

Dr. Harris frowns, her attention locked on the screen. “Let’s try tilting your pelvis slightly to the side. Is that okay?”

“I can manage that,” I say, my voice tight.

Jayden helps me shift.

“Some babies hide,” Dr. Harris continues, adjusting the probe again. “Or they move around quickly, making it hard to pin them down.”

“Maybe we’ve got an early sprinter in there,” Lisa says, her voice softer now.

“I hope that’s all it is,” I say, forcing a weak smile.