Kept Secret After Divorce

CHAPTER 2

That night, I immediately packed my clothes so that Mom and I could leave this house first thing tomorrow.

Kash gave me the house, but what does it matter to me now? This house was supposed to be for the both of us. But now that he’s gone, this house means nothing anymore.

This house used to mean everything to me. Every corner held a memory—our wedding, the day we found out I was pregnant, even the little moments in between. Laughter echoed in every corner. It was full of light, laughter, and life.

But after I lost the baby, everything changed. The house turned quiet. The warmth and brightness were gone. It felt empty—like no one really lived here anymore.

That was also when he started to change. What happened that night was an accident. I fell down the stairs because he didn’t catch me in time when I ran after him. I twisted my ankle—and that was the start of everything falling apart.

“Hon, where are you going again? It’s almost 9 PM.” I hurried after him as he walked quickly down the hallway on the second floor.

It was already late, but his mind was still on work. He’d been even busier lately, especially since he started working with Penny as his business partner.

He said something had gone wrong at the company—an issue he needed to deal with immediately.

"There's an emergency, hon. Can we please talk later? I'm really sorry." He looked at me for just a moment before continuing to walk away.

But I guess I was being stubborn, and I couldn’t stop myself from following him—even with my belly weighing me down, tight and heavy with eight months of life growing inside me.

“Can’t someone else take care of it? One of your employees? Please don’t go, hon. I don’t know why, but I feel… off. Like something bad is going to happen. Please, just stay!”

He stopped when he heard me and turned to face me. I saw the worry in his eyes right away.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is our baby okay?” he asked softly, reaching out and gently placing his hand over my belly,

“I just… I don’t want you to go,” I whispered. “I need you here. Can’t that emergency wait until tomorrow? Please, just stay with me tonight.”

He let out a deep breath, like he was still deciding. I could tell he didn’t really want to stay. That job of his—always the priority. It was starting to get on my nerves.

“But you’re okay, right?” he asked.

“Yes, but… I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I just want you here. It’s like my tummy’s telling me you should stay.” I held his face gently with both hands, hoping he’d understand what I couldn’t quite put into words.

He forced a smile and gently placed both his hands on my cheeks.

“Hon, I’m being really patient with you right now. But if you think something bad might happen to me, just pray for me, okay? I really have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, and I promise I won’t leave your side the whole day.”

He kissed me quickly on the lips, then turned around and headed down the stairs without looking back.

“No, no, wait!” I called out, rushing down after him. I reached out, about to grab his arm—but suddenly, I lost my footing.

Everything slowed down. In a blink, I realized—I was falling. Tumbling down the stairs.

“Hon!”

Darkness took over for a moment. When I opened my eyes, everything was spinning. My head was pounding, my body aching all over—and then I felt it. The sharp, searing pain in my belly.

As my vision cleared, I looked down and saw the blood pooling at my feet. That’s when it hit me.

“Argh!! M-My… My baby!”

I still get chills every time I remember that horrible night. I was terrified by how much blood I lost. And deep down, I knew in that moment—we had lost our baby. The pain was unbearable.

I can't really say I've moved on from that day. It still haunts me. But when I saw him slowly falling apart after the miscarriage, I knew I had to be the strong one. One of us had to be.

I blamed myself too. How could I not? But between the two of us, it seemed like he was the one drowning in the grief. Still, I wish—more than anything—that he had talked to me. That he had let me in before choosing to walk away. Before choosing divorce like it was the only option left.

I placed my hand on my belly and slowly walked to the long mirror. I looked at myself, gently rubbing the small bump that had started to show.

A small smile crossed my face. I don’t know why, but for a moment, I felt a bit lighter. A bit more hopeful. Even with everything that’s happened, finding out I was pregnant again made me genuinely happy.

As I gently rubbed my belly, I felt a new kind of strength growing inside me. A strength to keep going, to move forward with life.

I’ll protect you, my love. I won’t let anything happen to you—not this time.

Tomorrow, I’ll go for a check-up. And maybe… maybe your father deserves to know about you too.

THE NEXT DAY

I found myself at Kash’s company. I know a lot has already happened, and maybe it’s too late for anything to change—but I just wanted him to know I’m pregnant again before Mom and I leave for the province.

What he decides to do after that is up to him. I’m not expecting much. If nothing else, maybe we can at least try co-parenting.

"Hello, I’d like to speak with your boss. Is Kash here?" I asked his secretary as I stepped onto the floor where his office was.

She looked at me with surprise, clearly caught off guard. From the way her expression shifted, I could tell—she already knew Kash and I had separated.

"Ms. Irish, hi! Umm, I’m really sorry, ma’am," she said politely. "Sir Kash can’t be disturbed right now. He’s in a meeting with an important client. But you can wait for him... maybe around 20 minutes?"

I paused for a moment, thinking it over. Twenty minutes, huh?

After a brief moment of silence, I looked back at her, gave a small nod, and forced a faint smile.

"Okay. Thank you, Bestie. I’ll just wait here in the lobby."

"Sure, Ms.Irish."

And so I waited—over 20 minutes, sitting quietly in the lobby. The spot I chose was just near Kash’s office. I could see the people coming in and out, but my seat was tucked away enough that I wasn't too noticeable.

After a while, two people finally walked out of Kash’s office. I waited, expecting Kash to follow—but he didn’t. So I decided to stand up.

I glanced toward his secretary, Bestie, and noticed she wasn’t at her desk.

The moment the two visitors had fully left, I walked straight to his office door, took a deep breath, and opened it—completely unprepared for what I was about to see.

I saw it clearly—Penny’s lips pressing against Kash’s, right at the moment I opened the door.

It felt like a heavy stone had crashed down on me. Of all people… it had to be her—the one woman I had always been jealous of.

The kiss only lasted a second, and judging by Kash’s reaction, he looked just as shocked as I was. But in that moment, all I could think about was how foolish I was for even coming here.

I quickly turned around before they could see me. I knew they hadn’t noticed me.

I couldn’t even process what I had just seen—couldn’t figure out what exactly I was supposed to feel. Should I be angry? Hurt?

But I had no right to feel anything anymore. I signed the divorce papers. I let him go.

One thing was clear though—she’s the woman who’ll take my place in his life. And if she’s where he finds his happiness, then I’ll try to be happy for him too.

But one thing I know for sure…

I will never tell him I’m pregnant.