Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

"Thank you, thank you," I smiled at both of them.

The woman smiled. "This meeting was absolutely necessary. I'm glad we were able to go over everything."

"Yes," the man butted in politely. "All we have to do now is get to work."

"Exactly," I said, glad that we were able to finally hold a meeting.

They were new clients and since they reached out to the company, it has been difficult to schedule a meeting as either of them was either busy or out of the country. We finally found a common ground and the meeting finally happened.

When we stepped out of the restaurant where they had held the brief but impactful meeting, I turned to them. "This was really beautiful. I look forward to working with you two." "Same here," they said at the same time, then we shook hands and we all went our way.

My smile was still on my face as I unlocked my car and got in.

I placed myr bag and the files on the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt around me.

For a few seconds, I sat in my car, contemplating if I should quickly stop by the office before I head home or if I should just drive home directly.

At the end, the urge to be back in Aiden's arms won.

turned on the ignition. I

wait to snuggle with

almost as if he doesn't want me to feel alone. Sometimes, he would even choose to work from home if

to the soft hum of the music that played

I took a sharp turn. Suddenly,

briefly closed my

as I felt a slight pull in my abdomen and for a few seconds,

blinked multiple times before my

of my hands from the steering wheel and clutch my stomach, leaning forward. Abruptly, a

My morning sickness has reduced drastically these days so why do I feel

all the queasiness I felt. "It's just stress," I told myself but the feeling persisted. A dull thud in

a deep breath and forced my gaze to remain steady but it was almost impossible. It was as if something inside me was fighting

happening to me?"

again, pressing my foot lightly on the brakes as I pulled over to the side of the road. My hands shook as I clutched my stomach and rested my head

worried. These past days, he worries over little things. could just feel a slight headache and he was already frantically googling what could be wrong with me or the baby and calling all of his friends or acquaintances in the

lips despite the discomfort I felt. With another exhale, I sat up and wrapped my pale knuckles around the steering

visit the clinic and see what was wrong first. It could be nothing and I would just make him

as the discomfort increased but I remained determined to