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

Aiden. I could not wait to snuggle with him in

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

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

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

briefly closed my eyes,

my abdomen and for a few seconds, the road that stretched ahead

blinked multiple times before my vision cleared

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

head. My morning sickness has reduced drastically these days so why do I feel nauseated? Why do

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

a deep breath and forced my gaze to remain steady but it was almost impossible. It was

happening to me?"

on the brakes as I pulled over to the side of the road. My hands shook as I clutched

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

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

wrong first. It could be

call for help heightened as the discomfort increased but I remained determined to get to the hospital, see what was wrong... or not wrong before