Chapter 19: Pregnant?
Ava was actually Alexander's wife? What was going on?
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Ava hissed, trying not to draw attention, but her body resisted him.
Maybe it was the stress, but Ava suddenly felt a wave of nausea. She shoved Alexander away and bolted to the restroom, locking the door behind her and leaning over the sink to vomit.
Alexander yanked the door handle, but it was locked. He banged on the door. "Why'd you lock it? Open up!"
He could hear faint noises inside but had no idea what was happening.
He pounded harder, his voice rising. "Ava, open the door!"
Still no response.
Losing patience, Alexander shouted, "Get the school administrator! Bring the keys!"
The administrator arrived quickly with a big bunch of keys and unlocked the door. Alexander rushed in to find Ava clutching the sink, squatting on the floor, looking miserable.
He knelt beside her, brushing her sweaty hair from her face. "What's wrong?"
Ava's face was pale, and she looked sick. "I'm fine, just tired. I want to go home and rest."
"Are you sick?" He reached out to feel her forehead.
"I'm not sick. I'll wash my face and come out. You go." She pushed him away.
"Come with me to the hospital. You can't even stand." Alexander tried to lift her.
"I'm not going to the hospital. I'm fine. I just need to sleep. Can you leave me alone?" Ava's voice was desperate.
Ignoring her protests, Alexander picked her up and carried her out.
"Let go of me! I'm fine. Don't you get it?" Ava snapped, her usual calm shattered. She'd never lost her temper with Alexander before, but this was a first.
If they went to the hospital, they'd find out she was pregnant. Since they were getting divorced, he couldn't know. He'd think she was trying to trap him with the baby, and he'd hate her for it.
"Whether you're fine or not, let the doctor decide." He carried her out, ignoring her protests.
"Alexander, you were right. I'm too happy with the divorce!"
He stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing.
She pushed through the discomfort. "I've put up with you for too long. When you asked me, I got emotional. I'm not sick. I've just endured too much in this marriage. Now that it's ending, I want to be alone. Let me go!"
Her fists clenched tighter. The pain was like tearing her own heart apart.
"So you locked the door because you didn't want to see me?" His face was ice-cold.
Ava nodded painfully. "Yes, I want to be alone. Put me down."
Alexander's grip loosened for a moment, but then he saw her flushed, sweaty, and pale face, and his grip tightened again.
His eyes filled with anger. "Fine, you don't want to see me. After you see the doctor, I'll leave. You've endured for a year; a few more hours won't kill you!"
His face was grim as he carried her forward with large strides, his anger fueling his pace.
Ava lay in his arms, feeling like she was on the edge of an erupting volcano. Her breathing became labored.
She wanted to say something to stop him, but another wave of nausea hit her. If she said one more word, she might throw up, so she had to endure the nausea and lean quietly on his shoulder.
