Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

My gaze roved her frame. There was no blood on her hands or on any part of her body. Though her head was down, her shoulders didn't shake from sobbing. I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked the universe that she was physically fine as my gaze swept the room. I didn't know what I had expected but I was relieved that there was no physical danger looming around... or was there?

"Sharon?" I called as I further walked into the room. "Are you okay?" I dropped on the bed beside her.

She finally raised her head up from the paper in her hands. I couldn't decipher the expression on her face as she wordlessly handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, my brows arched, my gaze was on face as I took the paper from her.

"I hadn't been feeling well at work. I went to the hospital, ran a test and that's the result," she said succintly, without emotion.

My eyes scanned her face, "Are you okay?"

She nodded. But I couldn't help but wonder if she had caught a disease of some sort. God, please, she should not be diagnosed of an illness.

I settled my gaze on the paper and took in the content in it.

I blinked, surprised. "You're pregnant," I said, then my eyes went over the content in the paper to be sure that I hadn't gotten the message wrong. "What? You're not happy?"

I quickly looked up, a gentle frown on my face. "Why will you say that, Sharon?"

She shrugged and looked away from me.

I plastered a smile on my facea ND put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me. "You're carrying my child," she looked up at me as my eyes briefly fell on her stomach, "Of course, I'm happy."

And for what felt like years, Sharon's face broke into a big grin. Then she pouted, a slight glare on her brows. "Are you sure? I mean with "

to me in a hug. "You should not worry over anything. You are my wife and I am happy that you are carrying my

wound her arms around me. I heard her sigh. Then she said in a small voice. "When I called you... I

would you think

don't know, you might be busy

much, wifey. No matter who I'm with or what I'm doing, once you call me, it's a duty I have to answer to

said nothing but her arms tightened around me. Then she sighed, "I'm so

kiss to her

very little that made Sharon smile since I decided to go through with the savior sibling procedure to save Amie. In fact, nothing made her

a child and this time, I would be fully involved in every stage till the child's cones into this world and begins to grow. That knowledge was thrilling. I could easily see myself going to doctor's appointments with her. But why

mostly glad that I was happy than glad that I

do I feel like this would only complicate things? Maybe

to save Amie, and my wife pregnant at the same time.

kindling of thrill that I would be a

be pessimistic but a part of me could

tell her that. I

more focused on making the marriage work that didn't even bother to breach the topic. Now, seeing how happy she was, it

kiss to my lips then she rested her head on my shoulder. "So how should

and she gasped, looking up at me. "Don't tell

I won't

on my

just celebrate it at home, just the

on

she nodded, processing my words. "Okay, what do you

lowered my voice. "I was thinking