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 get

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

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

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 my

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

closed my

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

multiple times before

uneasy twist gripped her stomach and caused me to drop one of my hands from the steering wheel and clutch my stomach, leaning

has reduced drastically these days so why do I feel nauseated? Why

told myself but the feeling persisted. A dull thud in my head, my

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

happening to me?"

as I pulled over to the side of the road. My hands shook as I clutched my stomach and rested my

slight

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

be

to the hospital, the urge to 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 I called