Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

"A baby in eight months?!" I blurted as I gaped at the caption. "Why the hell did Aiden not mention it?"

I threw my phone on the other end of the chair I was seated in and ran my fingers through my hair. How could he make her pregnant while I'm currently carrying his baby?

Well, she is his wife and you're not. Besides, it wasn't like you'd let him have the child after Amie is fine. A voice said in my head.

"I know, I know," I muttered. But there will be complications. This pregnancy at the time would, somehow, only complicate things for everyone of us. God, why does my life always have to be filled with complications? Why does everything have to always go wrong? Why do things have to always veer from the right path each time I manage to get them there?

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

"Calm down, Anastasia, everything will be fine. Nothing has to go haywire because Aiden's legitimate wife is pregnant for him. I need to relax and think of all the best things in my life and think of all the positive things that this pregnancy will bring about.

I have Amie who is still breathing. She still smiles and paints and laughs. That's enough to be grateful for. I have Dennis, my loving husband and friend who will always stand by me no matter what.

Besides, Sharon's pregnancy will be a distraction for Aiden. He would be too busy caring for his wife abd going on hospital trips with her as a couple to constantly check up on me. He would also have more than enough to pay for do he wouldn't even think of paying Amie's bills. And there'd be no cause for Dennis to get mad again. Another bonus was that there wouldn't be the apprehension that Aiden might demand equal rights over the baby since he'd also have his own baby.

I stretched my lips into a big smile. "It's okay, Anastasia. It will be fine." Everyone and everything will be fine. Amie will be fine, I and Dennis will be fine, Sharon and Aiden and their child will be fine. I palmed my stomach then I circled my palm over it. You'll be fine too. After convincing myself that all will be well, I reached for my phone and continued scrolling through.

My stomach started to rumble. I finally gave up waiting for Dennis.

"We'll be fine," I repeated as I dished out part of the meal I made for him into a plate, grabbed a bottle of water and my phone and proceeded up the stairs.

I dipped spoonfuls of the meal in my mouth as I ascended the stairs. I shook my head, pleased with myself. This will definitely loosen whatever knot of anger is in Dennis' heart.

chair before the vanity, turned on my laptop and put

a while, I abandoned the small portion left on the plate and focused

gasp as I felt an abrupt sting

the pain and rubbed, scrunching up my

did I eat too much?" I wondered when I felt another pain. A sharper one this time. It hurt so much that I had to

sharp sting became incessant. It felt like a cramp but

a while, I told myself

one of my palms on my stomach, I carried the laptop with my other

down on my side and curled around myself, hoping the pain would

the first time, unannounced, the sharp sting gripped my stomach so hard that I let out a low cry, momentarily rendered dizzy. And for the next minute, my movie

chest as the sting worsened, sending

Definitely not. Baby kicks didn't feel like I was being stabbed. There was only one other thing to do. Call Dennis. And pray he

teeth biting down on my lower lips as I felt around the

that I had left it on the

Shit.

dressing table. I couldn't even get to my feet. I laid on the floor and dragged my body to the table. So while still lying on the floor,

and make-up containers on the table fell on me but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my stomach. Finally, my hand found my phone.

and each time it went into voicemail, I almost let out a

left a

pick up. I need you,

and the pain in my voice, he will