Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

"He?" He smiled and his gaze traveled between my face and the road a couple of times before he fixed it on the road again.

"Yeah," I dragged and bit my lip. I totally forgot to inform him. "We did the scan and it's a boy."

His brows hiked up as he faced me. "You did, didn't you?"

I winced. "I'm sorry I didn't inform you. I forgot."

He nodded. And silence descended again.

I wondered if he was mad as I looked at the side of his face. Apart from his sudden silence, there was no sign that he was. So I brushed it off. I didn't want to add another worry to the lists of worries on my plate.

I took a deep breath as I turned to look out the window. Suddenly, I felt the baby kick. My eyes widened and I let out a soft gasp.

My gasp must have been louder than I thought because Aiden spared a look my way but he returned his gaze to the road without a word.

I began to worry if he was mad again when my baby kicked the second time. I smiled, wishing I could raise my top and press my palm directly on my stomach, wishing I could see the tiny feet that must be pressed against my tummy right now.

I couldn't wait for his arrival. I'd been counting down. It was just four months left and some days I just wished I'd wake up and it would be my due date.

With each day that passed, drawing me closer to my due date, I was more hopeful that Amie would soon be up and bouncing, playing energetically with Dennis and giggling loudly.

Just a few more months, baby. You'd have a sibling and you'd be healthy again.

As the ride went on, so did the silence. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I was starting to worry again if he was mad so I asked.

"How's Sharon? How's she doing?"

at me in that fleeting and casual way again. As if I was some stranger

fine." And that was it. No, 'she's really been busy with work,' or 'she sent

and just let

you so much, Aiden. Thank

He nodded. "It's nothing."

He didn't even smile.

You don't need to drive through the

"Okay."

rolled my eyes. I knew I wanted minimal interaction between

the roadside just before our

I waved at him but his response was a nod as

he was out of sight, I shrugged and began

Was he still mad? Is that why he hasn't returned home? Is staying away

he should understand. If

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was sick. It wasn't my fault that the only way was to

it hurts

able to move on and be fully happy again and this had

My footsteps echoed and it reminded

wasn't about to give

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Dennis and I wouldn't give up on our marriage; our friendship. This is a storm that

dinner. I'd make his favorite. That would be my first

I let out a big yawn as I cleaned the counter and

done, I made my way to the living room, grabbed my phone from the center table and sank into one

the time but I resisted the urge. I didn't want to know how late