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.

I couldn't wait

brightened, especially my relationship with Aiden. I could not wait to snuggle with him in bed as he told stories he 'believes' the baby

earlier so he could be available to help me with anything, almost as if he doesn't want me to feel alone. Sometimes, he

the music that played in the background. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was happy, content with all aspects of

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

briefly closed my eyes, abruptly feeling

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

multiple times before

stomach and caused me to drop one of my hands from the steering wheel and clutch my stomach, leaning forward. Abruptly, a flicker of nausea pulsed through me, and a sheen of cold sweat

days so why do I feel

felt. "It's just stress," I told myself but the feeling

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

to

road. My hands shook as I clutched my stomach and rested my head on

I immediately decided against it. He would only get 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

despite the discomfort I felt. With another exhale,

see what was wrong first. It could be nothing and I would just make him worry over nothing.

but I remained determined to get to the hospital, see what was wrong... or not