2. A Miracle 

Since that day, I've been forcing myself to focus on work. I’ve been pushing myself not to think about what Theo said to me that day, trying to avoid everything that’s about to happen.

The high concentration during the surgeries not only brings a sense of achievement but also helps me forget a lot of things. 

I've never been so inspired and motivated. 

I could go on like this with the hope that my mind will be completely numb eventually to all the horrible feelings I've had these past few days. 

But after a 4-hour surgery today, my body seems to have reached its limit.

Unlike the usual fatigue I'd feel after an intense surgery, this is different.

My head spun with dizziness, my forehead sweaty.

My weakened calves made me unable to walk properly, and as I was about to lose balance, someone held me. 

“Dr. Olivia, are you okay?” A colleague helped me up.

I don't even recognize who it is as I can't make out my surroundings properly, except for her familiar voice.

“You’ve been working too hard. It seems you have hypoglycemia.” Her concerned voice sounded in my ears. 

This week is probably one of the most intense weeks I've had ever since I became a surgeon.

However, I've done longer surgeries than this before. I shouldn't be suffering from hypoglycemia all of a sudden.

“See, you look so pale,” She went on. “I’d recommend you do a simple blood routine test. Take good care of your body so you can work better.”

I only need a few hours of rest for my body to become normal.

But due to her persuasion, I'm left with no other choice.

After the blood routine test, I waited patiently for the result while playing with my phone to distract myself.

These days, I'm either playing with my phone, attending to patients, or performing surgeries. 

It doesn't completely help to forget the dilemma I'm currently in, but more than anything else, I need the distraction. 

Divorce. 

The reminder of that word comes with a feeling of dread, almost suffocating. 

It's hard to remain focused or calm whenever that word pops up in my mind. 

“Dr. Olivia, your HCG levels are abnormally high.” The Lab Technician came out with the result. “You're very likely pregnant.”

His words are the most confusing.

Pregnancy?

That's impossible. 

I took birth control pills, and I surely won't fall pregnant after our first intimacy, right? 

A high increase in HCG levels can mean so many things. 

Perhaps…

A bad premonition rose in my chest as I took the result and accessed it carefully. 

I'm no Gynecologist, but it's obvious when a woman is pregnant. 

These symptoms I've been experiencing these past few days… What if?

My intuition became stronger as I recalled the signs. 

Unable to let go of my inkling, I did an ultrasound. 

Two months…

I've been pregnant for nearly two months. 

My heart shuddered and my lips parted in shock as I held the B-ultrasound picture in my hands.

The embryo on the uterine wall is clearly visible.

My heart sank to the depth of my stomach, the realization settling in.

No way.

How?

Why?

“Your uterine wall is very thin, Dr. Olivia. It's a miracle that the embryo has planted firmly, which is very rare, a stroke of luck.”

As I listened to my colleague’s words, my mind went blank. 

I can't be pregnant.

Theo’s words resounded in my mind instantly, heightening the feeling of despair inside me. 

‘We will never have children.’

This is bad timing.

Theo won't let me have the baby. 

What should I do? 

“Can you please keep this a secret?” I asked, trying hard to compose myself. 

After all, our marriage is a secret, and the news is unknown to the public except for our relatives and friends.

The Doctor gave me a puzzled look and then nodded. “I’ll do as you say.”

He didn't probe with any further questions which is a relief.

In order to fulfill the promise between both families, Theo’s grandfather had asked him to break up with his girlfriend abroad and come home for our wedding.

Theo must be hating me because of that.

Maybe it's the reason why he doesn't want to have a family together.

The reason why he wants a divorce. 

“Dr. Olivia, your attention is needed in the Operation Room.” A nurse barges in, cutting off my train of thought. “They specifically ask for you and won't allow other Doctors to treat the patient.”

Strange. 

I tucked the ultrasound result inside my bag and left with the nurse. 

Who is that patient?

As I headed to the OR, the whispers in the hallway reached my ears. 

“Isn’t she the same model who became popular in Europe recently?”

“Jessica! That's it! I almost thought I'd seen wrong.”

“With her fiery figure and angelic looks, she's praised as a little Miranda Kerr.”

“I heard she attended a fashion event in LA. It's said to be her first event back in the US.”

“Unfortunately, at the end of the event, she suffered a scrape on her left scalp from an iron plate. Though the wound isn't deep, the bleeding is so alarming. The organizers can't afford to be negligent because rumor has it that she has a mysterious background which is why they rushed her here, seeking the best surgeon to ensure there'll be no scar.”

Jessica? 

Why does the name sound familiar? 

There are many people named Jessica, right? 

It cannot be her.

I arrived at the OR and the rumors aren't wrong. 

Indeed, the lady lying on the bed looks so angelic with a beautiful face. Coupled with her injured appearance, her fragile state is a heart-wrenching sight that even a woman can't bear to glance at her. 

Knowing now that I'm pregnant and my body can't bear any more heavy tasks, I should have exercised more caution. 

But her pitiful appearance moved me, and I couldn’t bear it in my mind to reject the surgery. After all, there are many more outstanding Doctors in the hospital. 

After performing the surgery, I felt more exhausted than ever.

I was ready to go home and rest when a nurse called my attention again. 

Almost thinking that something had gone wrong, my mind relaxed when I found the patient smiling. 

“Thank you, Dr. Olivia. If it weren't for your superb medical skills, I'm afraid I would have had a scar.”

“It's nothing. Always take care of yourself, okay?” I returned her smile. 

Just as I turned to leave, a commotion came from the hallway outside. 

The voices were so loud, piquing my curiosity. 

“I heard he's here to take her home.”

“You mean Ms. Jessica's mysterious boyfriend? Oh, there he is!”

Finding the nurse's excitement absurd, I resumed walking only to bump into someone that just entered the ward.

Dread washed over me as I glanced up to be met with his narrowed eyes.

Behold, Theo stood in front of me.