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.

on the ignition. I couldn't wait to

life has suddenly brightened, especially my relationship with Aiden. I could not wait to snuggle with him in bed as

he doesn't want me to feel alone.

drive home, I allowed myself to relax, nodding along to the soft hum of the music that played in

steering wheel, grounding me as I took a sharp turn. Suddenly, a slight

briefly closed my

a slight pull in my abdomen and for a few seconds, the road

before my

clutch my stomach, leaning forward. Abruptly, a flicker of nausea pulsed through me, and a sheen of cold sweat pricked my

My morning sickness has reduced drastically these days

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

forced my gaze to remain steady but it was almost impossible. It was as if something inside

to

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

a slight headache and he was already frantically googling what could be wrong with

my lips despite the discomfort I felt. With another exhale, I sat up

see what was wrong first. It could be nothing and

the hospital, the urge to call for help heightened as the discomfort increased but I remained determined to get to the