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?"

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

been busy with

just let

approached my house, I began to thank him. "Thank you so much, Aiden. Thank you for insisting on giving me a ride." The

He nodded. "It's nothing."

He didn't even smile.

stop by the road. You don't need to drive through the

"Okay."

wanted minimal interaction between us but his monosyllabic

slowed down by the roadside just before our driveway and

'thank you,' I climbed out of the car. I waved at him but his response was a

out of sight, I shrugged and began

sigh. Was he still mad? Is that why he hasn't returned home? Is staying away the best way he thinks we

should

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anyone's fault that Amie was sick. It wasn't my fault that the only way was to connect

hurts me

move on and be fully happy again and this had to

My footsteps echoed and it reminded

wasn't about to give up.

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

kitchen to make dinner. I'd make his favorite.

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

grabbed my phone from the center table

but I resisted the urge. I didn't want to