The End-Contract Roses.

I yearned to hear his explanation, but Lance remained silent, his expression unreadable. Desperation clawed at me as tears streamed down my cheeks, pleading for a response that never came.The ache in my chest was like thorns tearing my heart into shreds. With a heavy heart, I turned away, leaving Lance behind as he made urgent calls to Kevin, trying to salvage the situation.Returning home, I sought solace in my mother's embrace, pouring out the turmoil that consumed me. After recounting the painful silence that had enveloped us, I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, shutting out the world by switching off my phone.Days blurred into nights as Lance's persistent calls to my mother echoed through the house. Despite his efforts, I cocooned myself within walls of solitude, refusing to confront the reality that shattered my world. Food lost its flavor, and sleep eluded me, haunted by unanswered questions and unspoken words.Each day brought a torrent of tears, each night a silent longing for his presence. I craved the warmth of his embrace, the reassurance of his voice, but I remained imprisoned by my own turmoil, unable to reach out.As weeks passed, the weight of sleepless nights bore down on me, leaving me dizzy and fatigued. Eventually, the exhaustion claimed me, and I collapsed in my room, unconscious and unaware.Awakening in a sterile hospital room, the clinical surroundings stark against my emotions, I found my mother's worried gaze. As she helped me sit up, her words mingled with concern and relief, "The doctor will be here soon. Let's wait for the reports."The door creaked open, and I braced myself for the doctor's entrance, but to my surprise, it was Lance. His familiar face brought a rush of emotions—I wanted to express my joy, yet a flood of concerns held me back.I glanced at my mother, who explained, "She fainted suddenly, so I called him. He's your husband, after all."Silence filled the room until the door swung open once more, revealing the awaited doctor. I was certain the medical report would be mundane, likely due to exhaustion."There's nothing serious to worry about; it's likely stress-related," the doctor reassured us."Are you certain? Will she be okay?" my mother inquired anxiously."Yes, as long as she avoids stress. Are you her husband?" the doctor turned to Lance."Yes, I am," he affirmed."Keep her happy; stress can affect the baby next time," the doctor advised him."Baby?" my mom exclaimed."She's four weeks pregnant. Didn't you know?" the doctor revealed before leaving.Stunned, I gazed at Lance, my mind racing. My mom left us alone, urging us to talk.He approached me and embraced me tenderly. "We're going to be parents. Thank you, Kiera," he whispered.Tears welled up again. I clung to him, asking, "What do we do now?"He sat beside me, comforting me. "I'm ready to explain. Please listen," he pleaded, wiping my tears away."It was a business trip, I swear. She asked for one last day together, at the movies, as a goodbye. I made it clear it was over between us. The media twisted things, but it's sorted now. That hug was goodbye. I'm sorry for being distant; work consumed me. It won't happen again. Please forgive me and stay with me. I can't bear to lose you," Lance confessed."I misunderstood; I can't live without you either, Lance. I love you," I confessed, embracing him tightly."I love you too, Kiera," he replied softly.His scent comforted me as we reconciled. Upon discharge that evening, we returned to our villa, where misunderstandings were resolved. Emily and Jayden had left for abroad. Lance and Chen collaborated on successful projects. Our garden and the greenhouse were reopened, with our special room inside. My belly began to grow, heralding a new chapter.Everyone awaited the arrival of our little one, eager for us to live happily ever after...THE END._ROSE_...*Thank you for being a part of "Contract Roses." I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did.*