Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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"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?"

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

'she's really been busy with work,' or 'she

sighed and just let

to thank him. "Thank you so much, Aiden. Thank you for insisting on giving me a ride." The stupid

He nodded. "It's nothing."

He didn't even smile.

can just stop by the road. You don't need

"Okay."

knew I wanted minimal interaction between us but his monosyllabic responses

by the roadside

another 'thank you,' I climbed out of the car. I waved at him but his response was a nod as he drove

and began to walk up the driveway. I didn't fail to notice that Dennis' car was nowhere

he hasn't returned home? Is staying away the best way he thinks we could solve this? My emotions

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much fun right now. It wasn't anyone's fault that Amie was sick. It wasn't my fault that the only way was to connect with my ex; the man I unknowingly held onto for a long

it hurts me

able to move on and be fully happy again and this had to happen, disrupting the life I'd imagined would be as perfect

up the stairs. My footsteps echoed and it reminded me of the empty

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storm that is bound to come in relationships and we'll pass through it together and our marriage and

made my way to the kitchen to make dinner. I'd

an hour later, I let out a big yawn as I

grabbed

resisted the urge. I didn't