Hadale University Hospital Medical Center
Seated in an empty hospital room, Aitana was waiting patiently for her gynecologist to come. She had come here four times this month and often prayed for what she hoped would be granted to her.
Minutes later, the gynecologist pushed the door and came towards her with a somewhat sad face.
"Mrs. Burton, you are not pregnant yet."
The hope in Aitana Hudson's eyes disappeared immediately. She bit her lip and murmured, "I see."
Sympathetically, the doctor handed Aitana the pregnancy test report, saying, "Mrs. Burton, why not let it go? You are too feeble right now. Even if you get pregnant, it will be hard for you to have a full-term baby."
Silently, Aitana just bit her lower lip, feeling very cold at the same time. Her colorless eyes worried the doctor.
"Are you OK, Mrs. Burton?"
"I'm fine. I hear you," she replied with a tremble in her voice, and her lips were colorless and pale.
The doctor sighed deeply. "If you take chemotherapy now, there is still a chance you can live longer."
"No, I must get pregnant," Aitana said as she stood up and made a decision, "Doctor, please give me another ovulation shot. I want to try again."
The doctor disagreed with her, and a weight enveloped his voice: "You've been taking these shots for half a year. They are hormones. They make cancer cells grow faster!"
"But I don't care. Please?" She pleaded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.
"Mrs. Burton, why do you torture yourself this way?"
"Please!"
"Alright..." Giving in, the doctor prescribed the shot and handed her the sheet.
"Go to the second floor and turn left. Make the most of the 24 hours after the shot, for it is the golden period to get pregnant."
Aitana took the sheet and said, "Thank you."
****
At 9 pm, she was still entirely alone in the villa.
Aitana had long been accustomed to such silence and solitude. Besides, she didn't have time for pain anymore. As there was not much time left for her, she barely had time to relax, even for a moment.
Now, she had to make the most of the golden 24 hours.
She dialed the familiar number and waited.
Beep, beep, beep...
Nobody answered.
Instead of giving up, she dialed again. She would keep calling until he answered the phone.
This time, Hamilton Burton picked up the phone at the last second.
His voice was full of annoyance and impatience. "Aitana Hudson, what do you want? Is it fun dragging out the divorce like this?"
Dragging out?
Aitana revealed a self-mocking smile. She had been fighting to keep her marriage with Hamilton for four years, but it was time to end it all.
There was a moment of silence.
Her voice was small, gripping her phone tightly, saying, "You want a divorce? So be it!"
Hamilton paused for a second. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, but I have a condition. You have to stay with me for one night."
Hamilton laughed sarcastically. "Aitana Hudson, is this a new trap?"
"Well, if you say so. Hamilton, I'm only giving you this opportunity. If you don't spend the night with me, you'll never be able to divorce me or marry Gretchen. Just think about it."
Then, she decisively hung up the phone.
She knew what decision Hamilton would make.
He was always willing to do anything for Gretchen Abrams, so he would come home tonight.
High up in the clear night sky, the perfectly round moon cast its silvery glow onto the ground, and thousands of stars twinkled and sparkled around it.
Looking at the star-filled sky, Aitana couldn't help but think about her name, Aitana, which meant stars. And her mind began to wander.
Hamilton, if one day I disappear from this world, will you think of me in the instant when you look at the stars?
We have a son. He's a good boy and he looks like you.But he's immobile, lying in the ICU with tubes and needles all over his tiny body. He's waiting for someone to save him.
I must get pregnant with a second child. Only then can I use umbilical cord blood to save my son, but I'm running out of time.
****
Beep!
That's the sound of the fingerprint lock. Has he returned?
In front of the mirror, Aitana hurriedly applied more lipstick to look her best.
"Hamilton..." She turned towards the door.
The door to her room suddenly swung open. And in walked a tall, handsome man dressed in a well-tailored suit. However, the moment he saw Aitana, he frowned and a hint of disgust and contempt flashed across his eyes.
"Hamilton, there you are."
Aitana said in a flirty voice, advancing on him in her red heels. Running her slender fingers through his curly brown hair and biting her pink lips, Aitana looked quite sexy and seductive.
She placed her fingers on Hamilton's thin lips, gently caressed them for a few seconds, and then trailed them down his firm chest. Just as she was about to reach his penis, Hamilton immediately stopped her and let out a sneer of contempt.
"What? You don't like it?" Aitana asked, confused. In the meantime, she guided one of Hamilton's hands onto her soft, smooth breasts, letting him feel and squeeze them.
Wow. After all these years, they are still as soft and smooth as before.
No, no, no! Hamilton, stop! She's a whore who killed your parents! She's a terrible woman!
Hamilton yelled in his heart. However, he still maintained a poker face.
"Are you so horny that you can't wait for me to fuck you as soon as you see me?" Hamilton said coldly.
"Yes, I am. And I'm already soaking wet even before you got here," replied Aitana in a naughty and playful tone as she took off her bra.
However, before she finished taking off her bra, Hamilton threw her onto the bed. Then, Hamilton began removing his clothing, piece by piece.
Yes! That's it! Take off all your clothes and fuck me!
