Chapter 1

• Note: This novel is based on the author's imagination.
• The hot New York afternoon gave no hint of the extraordinary events in store for Amelia Smith over the following weeks. There was no warning at all of the amazing emotional entanglement that would change her existence in every imaginable way.
• It felt like any other summer afternoon, and her marriage had been in the same mess for the past year, ever since she lost the baby. No, if she was honest, it had been in a mess for longer than that. They were temperamentally unsuited, and should never have married in the first place. At least, that was how he felt; she really never thought the same. She has always been in love with him but he betrayed her love.
• The particular Saturday afternoon brought things to the end in her marriage. It was early June, and the weather was hot as Amelia read one of her favourite historical romance novels on the roof garden of their Brooklyn penthouse. Money was no object for Jacob, a sought-after address. He was unusual and handsome; though he was young and was a CEO in one of the leading technical companies in the city, and his family was very wealthy, so he could afford the best.
• If the same could have been said for Amelia's situation, it might not have been quite so bad, but her career was no longer rewarding as it had once before, which meant she was not happy both at home and at work.
• It was through work she and Jacob had met. He'd been a patient in the small hospital she worked for as a gynaecologist. She liked her job then, she still does, but back then it seemed like the sky might be the limit, but before everything came crumbling.
• Jacob was looking forward to being a father_no, more than that, he was longing to be a father. Just like some women aren't happy unless they're surrounded by babies. Jacob seemed like he wouldn't be complete until he had a child. Boy or girl, it didn't matter, just so long as it was his.
• Then the worst happened, and she miscarried. It started on a night when she got a call from the hospital of a woman in labour and they were in urgent need of her. She could only think of getting to hospital and delivering the baby safely which also caused her something because that night she lost her child.
• Her husband told her not to go because an obstetrician would do the job but she was adamant on going. Their obstetrician had been transferred to another hospital that afternoon and considering it was a small hospital so she was the only one left.
• Nothing could save her baby, but she'd save someone else's.
• She'd been devastated , but Jacob had been distraught, and for several weeks it was his own loss that concerned him, not hers. When she'd been allowed home, he'd gone through motions of looking after her, but she could sense his unspoken accusations. Losing the baby was her fault; if she hadn't selfishly insisted on keeping her career going...He didn't say it out loud, though, and that at least she was grateful. She felt guilty enough already, and didn't need to be told that trying a high-powered job while in the middle of a difficult pregnancy wasn't the wisest thing in the world. But it was done now, and they had to pick up the pieces, if indeed there was much left to pick up.
• Now their marriage is going down the hill and she finally submitted her letter of resignation in the hospital. She was going to become the full housewife that her husband always wanted. He never liked her career, especially the hospital, because it was a small one and didn't have a lot of staff so she tends to have a lot of work to do.
• It was obvious their marriage wasn't still making any progress. They seldom make love now, and he rarely comes home early.
• Hearing him arrive home early, Amelia put her book down and went inside, closing the glass doors on the city noise. She was slender, with curvaceous hips and petite, she had brown hair and big hazel eyes, and she wore joggers and a white crop top. Before he said so much as a word she knew something was wrong because of the way he loosened his tie and slumped on the couch beside him. He was thinking of how to tell her something she wasn't going to like or that might hurt her.
• " What is wrong? " She asked, worriedly.
• He didn't look at her. " I have to tell you something. Please understand me and try to reason with me. "
• " Is there a problem? " She asked, sitting on the edge of the couch as she stared down at him.
• " I...I want a divorce. "
• She blinked her eyes repeatedly trying to digest his words in her head.
• " Y... you're joking, right? W...what sort of joke is this? "She said almost, stammering.
• " I'm not joking, Amelia. I'm sick and tired of this marriage. I didn't know how to tell you this before but I've another woman and she is carrying my child. " His blue eyes were cold.
• Her heart stopped in her chest as her breath hitched at her throat.
• " Since when have your affair being going on? "
• " A month after you lost the baby. " He replied and she gasped.
• He couldn't even wait. Was this how impatient he was? How could he?
• " You cheated on me? "
• " It wasn't like that. " He avoided her eyes.
• " I... thought we were going to sort things out..."
• " Sort things out? " He scoffed and stood up from the couch.
• There were tears in her eyes. She didn't want it to be like this. There had been good times, and she thought maybe they'd find them again.
• He spoke again. " Amelia, you have to be reasonable about this--"
• She saw red. " Reasonable, you say? You can't be any more serious. "
• " Yes, you've to be. If you hadn't lost the baby..." He didn't finish the sentence, but looked accusingly at her, his blue eyes bright with bitterness.
• Was he going to say this to her right now? She made herself meet his eyes. " Lost the baby? You make it sound like I never wanted the baby. "
• " Do I? Well, that wasn't my intention. " He said evenly.
• " Then what was your intention? There is obviously something on your mind, so just say it. "
• " All right, damn it, I will! You caused the miscarriage. You were so darned determined to keep your stupid career going that you sacrificed our child! And for worth? You haven't got the damn career anymore anyway. "
• The accusing words hung in the air long after he'd said them, and for a moment she was too distressed to respond. She'd always known that he blamed her for the miscarriage.