After Rejection: Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor

Today is my third wedding anniversary. I hummed in excitement as I arranged the dining table with varieties of dishes, his favourite dishes. He loves my cooking and I love cooking for him. He is my only one. The love of my life. I stood back to look at the table and nodded in satisfaction. I looked at the wall clock. 10:45 p.m. He was already forty five minutes late, but I shrugged it off. He was probably stuck in traffic or something. I went back to our bedroom and continued my preparations. I opened my closet and took out a red sexy dress. I quickly stripped myself from my casuals and wore the dress. I looked at the mirror and was very pleased. I did my makeup and was satisfied with the look. I was looking very beautiful. I had earlier on decorated our bedroom, our bed with red rose petals. I lit his favourite scented candles and played his favourite romantic songs. I had it all prepared. Everything was in place. He should be arriving anytime now. I took out the present box I bought for him and placed it on the coffee table. I sat down and waited. I could use this little time I had with him to really have a conversation with him. To know all that has been going on with him and ask why he has been too distant of late. Dominic has always been a nonchalant man. We dated for just two months when he proposed to me. I was quite shocked, but I was in love and happy. He probably couldn't wait to have me all to himself. We got married and have been married for three years now. The first year was full of happiness and joy. But after that, things began to get cold. It's as if he stopped loving me. I have tried asking him but all he gives me are excuses. It broke my heart every time I saw him being too cold. I don't know what happened. He has never been an affectionate man from the moment I met him, but he was at least warm and caring. He was so much worse now. He didn't change in our first year of marriage. But after that, things suddenly changed. I have asked him several times if he is unhappy in our marriage, if he was tired of me. But all he does is kiss my forehead and assure me everything is fine. But it is not fine. I can feel his coldness. I can feel that he doesn't want me anymore. I have cried over it multiple times. I don't know what happened to us. We used to talk everyday. He always wanted to have dinner together, and have quality time together. Now, he spends less time at home. He is always busy. And when we do have quality time together, the conversation will either be about me, his business or some other thing. We haven't talked about ourselves in a long time. I miss it. I miss him. The side that showed me just a tiny bit of his attention. I know it's not enough. I want more. I want to hear the words 'I love you', from his lips for the first time. It was never reciprocated till date. I am not the perfect woman and neither is he the perfect man. We both have our own flaws and imperfections. I don't need a perfect man. Just someone who is willing to work through it with me. I miss the old Dominic. The Dominic I fell in love with. I still love him and I can't bear to think about losing him. He is all I have. My life, my world. Maybe, just maybe the good news I had was going to be the redemption of our marriage. I was pregnant. One month pregnant. I found out two days ago and I was so happy. I planned on telling him today. I have a strong feeling he is going to be excited. He has always wanted kids. We tried to have a child before, but we couldn't. When I got pregnant the first time, I was so happy, but I lost it. I've taken fertility drugs from all over the world just to conceive again, just to fulfill my husband's dream of having children, but all to no avail. I was told by a fertility doctor in Switzerland that I was the problem. He told me it was because of a condition I have called 'polycystic ovarian syndrome'. I was sad. I felt useless and broken. But I had to keep trying. Dominic has never pressured me for not giving him kids but I knew he felt frustrated, his unspoken words hanging in the air. He thinks I'm not trying hard enough. The fertility doctor said the chances of me ever getting pregnant is very low. But I was going to fight. For him. He didn't know I had a condition that was making it impossible for me to get pregnant. I didn't tell him. I didn't want to worry him. I kept taking my PCOS medications for the past two and half years and finally, my relentlessness finally paid off. The day I had cried and prayed for has finally come. I was going to give him a child. The sound of the front door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. He was finally here. I stood up from the couch and went into the hallway. My heart was racing and I was smiling widely. I was nervous and anxious. What if he wasn't excited? But I couldn't wait any longer. I had to tell him now. I stood in the hallway, his back against me, and took a deep breath. I turned around and faced him. "Hey, baby," I said softly and smiled at him. "Hi." His voice was flat and his eyes were cold. I swallowed. "You are late," I said and walked up to him. "I know." His reply was short and cold. I was beginning to feel uneasy. There was something about the way he looked, the way he spoke. Something was not right. "Baby, is everything okay?" I asked him softly, looking into his eyes. He avoided my eyes and shrugged off his jacket. "Baby..." "I need to talk to you, Hailey. Come," he said and walked past me. "O...Okay. Wait, Dominic. Let me get you a drink." "No. Just come." He didn't wait for my reply as he walked down the hallway. I followed him, swallowing. Why did he suddenly look like he wanted to talk about something serious? He entered the living room and looked around. "What's the occasion?" "What?" "What's the occasion, Hailey?" I stared at him, my heart was beating so fast. "Today is our wedding anniversary, Dominic," I said. And for the third time every year, the words left my mouth. He didn't answer and stared at me. Of course, he didn't remember. "How can you forget our anniversary, Dominic?" "I was just asking, Hailey. Don't be stupid," he replied. I was shocked. Dominic was never a perfect man. He had flaws and his imperfections. He has never talked down on me or made me feel worthless. This was the first time. I swallowed and blinked. "Okay," I said. "Sit down, Hailey." "Let's talk, baby," I said and tried to reach for his hands, but he moved away from me. "Sit, Hailey." His voice was stern and firm. His eyes were cold. "Okay." I swallowed and sat down on the couch, feeling anxious. He sat on the armchair opposite me and sighed. "Hailey..." "Dominic, listen. I have something important to tell you." "Don't cut me off, please." "Sorry," I whispered. "This will be very quick. I am sorry, Hailey. But I can't do this anymore." I stared at him. "Do what, Dominic?" He didn't answer. "What can't you do, Dominic?" I could feel my heart rate increasing and my throat was dry. "Us," he said. I shook my head, feeling confused. "What do you mean, baby?" "Our marriage. I don't want it anymore, Hailey." My world froze. "What...what are you saying, Dominic?" I asked, still living in denial. I probably heard him wrong. He swallowed and closed his eyes. He reopened them and looked straight at me. "I want a divorce. We need to severe our mating bond. I can't continue being married to you, Hailey." And right then and there, my whole world stopped.