Bryan said nothing as Lydia got dressed, he picked up his shirt from the floor and wore it.
He didn't understand why his mother insisted he had to be there, Alessa wasn't his wife anymore. Whatever was wrong with her wasn't his problem.
He glanced at Lydia as she slipped into her heels, he was going to make sure this visit was short.
They got into the car and the drive to the hospital was quiet, Lydia held his hand and he let her.
"She is going to be fine." Lydia said to him.
"I know." He replied. He wasn't even worried about her, he just needed to know why his mother insisted he came.
They arrived at the hospital and got out of the car, his mother was already waiting at the entrance. She walked up to them immediately she spotted them.
"You are here." She said to Bryan and her eyes moved to Lydia briefly.
"What is going on Mum? Why did I have to come?" He asked. His mother sighed as she looked around.
"Let's go inside first." She said and walked in ahead of them.
They walked in and Bryan spotted Dr. Wells waiting for them almost immediately. Dr. Wells was their family doctor, he has been treating the family for years.
Dr. Wells walked up to them as they approached him.
"How is she?" Mrs. Hart asked.
"She is stable now." Dr. Wells replied.
"Can we go now?" Bryan asked, he turned to leave when Dr. Wells stopped him.
"Mr. Hart, we need to talk."
"About what? She is stable, that's all that matters." He replied dryly.
"Bryan." His mother called with a warning look. Bryan sighed and turned back.
"What is it?" He asked.
Dr. Wells hesitated for a second.
"Your wife—"
"Ex-wife." Lydia cut in with a tight smile. Dr. Wells glanced at her briefly before looking back at Bryan.
"She collapsed due to exhaustion and severe emotional distress." He said. Bryan didn't flinch, he just stared at the doctor.
"However, during the examination, we ran a few tests." Dr. Wells paused.
"And?" Mrs. Hart pressed.
Dr. Wells exhaled slowly.
"She is pregnant."
The hallway went completely silent.
Bryan's expression changed for the first time that night. He stared at Dr. Wells trying to process what he just said.
"That... that is impossible." He muttered.
"We ran the test twice to be certain. She is four weeks pregnant Mr. Hart." Dr. Wells replied.
Bryan felt something shift in his chest, a feeling he couldn't quite name.
"She is barren." Lydia said, her voice a little sharp.
"Clearly not." Dr. Wells replied simply.
Bryan said nothing, he just stood there. His mother placed a hand over her mouth, the shock was written all over her face.
"I want to see her." Bryan said finally.
"Bryan—" Lydia started.
"Wait here." He cut her off without looking at her and followed Dr. Wells down the hallway.
They stopped in front of a room and Dr. Wells pushed the door open for him. Bryan walked in slowly.
Alessa was lying on the hospital bed, she looked pale and fragile. Her eyes were closed and the IV drip was connected to her arm.
Bryan walked closer to her and stood at the edge of the bed, he stared at her quietly.
She looked nothing like the woman who had pleaded with him the night before. She looked broken, like someone who had given up entirely.
He clenched his jaw.
Four weeks.
She had been carrying his child for four weeks and he had just handed her divorce papers and thrown her out of his house.
He pulled the chair beside the bed and sat down, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at her.
He had no idea what to do with this information.
A soft groan escaped Alessa's lips as her eyes slowly fluttered open, she blinked a few times before her gaze landed on him.
She stared at him for a long moment, too weak to speak.
"Bryan." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
He said nothing.
Her eyes slowly moved around the room as she remembered what happened. The party, the humiliation, the walk out.
She looked back at him, her eyes glistening.
"Why are you here?" She asked weakly.
Bryan opened his mouth to speak when the door swung open behind him.
Lydia walked in.