Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 554

Eventually, I stopped trying. Let her believe whatever made her feel better about herself. I no longer cared.

“Jocely!” Benji growls, anger boiling in his voice.

“It’s o…” I don’t get to finish.

My stomach drops. All of a sudden, the world tilts violently and then everything goes black.

***

The sharp scent of antiseptic brings me back. I open my eyes but then immediately close them again when the lights blind me.

When I open them for the second time, slowly this time, I realize where I am.

A hospital.

I sit up too fast, and nausea slams into me like a freight train. I bolt toward the bathroom, barely making it in time before my stomach empties itself into the toilet. I heave again and again, body trembling, until there’s nothing left.

I collapse against the cool tile, panting.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve had an upset stomach for a week. None of the home remedies have helped, not even my mother’s tea. Hell, even the over-the-counter meds have done little to ease my upset stomach.

Maybe it’s food poisoning? I did tell Lilly the café we went to last week looked sketchy but she insisted, saying it was a hidden gem.

I scoff. Some hidden gem it was. Now I’m paying for trusting her blindly.

“Sierra?”

Hearing Benji’s voice, I open my eyes.

“In here,” I croak and then quickly flush the toilet.

He steps into the doorway, brow furrowed in concern. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“I just threw up and don’t have the energy to get back up.”

He smiles softly, then crouches to help me. “Let me help you.”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing and gently guides me back to the room.

“What happened? Are you the one that brought me here?” I ask.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

I frown, trying to recall. “Jocely stirring up shit”

“What do you mean? Isn’t it my stomach? Didn’t my results come back positive for food poisoning?”

“They did come back positive,” he says with a small smile. “But not for food poisoning.”

My heart starts racing. A cold fear slithers through my chest.

“Then… what is it? What’s wrong with me?” I whisper, terrified.

He steps closer. “Nothing serious. You’re completely healthy.”

I blink.

“You just have a bun cooking in your oven.”

It takes a second.

Then two.

And then boom, it hits me like a boulder.

Fuck! I’m pregnant!