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

wait to snuggle with him

available to help me with anything, almost as if he doesn't want me to feel alone. Sometimes, he would even choose to work from home if I don't go to work that

along to the soft hum of the music that played in the background. For the first time in what

took a sharp turn. Suddenly, a slight wince escaped me as I adjusted, feeling a flicker

briefly closed my eyes, abruptly

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

times before my vision cleared

and clutch my stomach, leaning forward.

days so why do I feel nauseated?

to ignore all the queasiness I felt. "It's just stress," I told

it was almost impossible. It

happening to me?"

pulled over to the side of the road.

These past days, he worries over little things. could just feel a slight headache and he was already frantically googling

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

first. It could be nothing and

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