Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

"Mrs Aiden!" I let out a sigh before I turned to the next person that recognized me.

"Hi," I smiled back energetically, attempting to match her enthusiasm, even though I had no idea who she was.

"I'm so excited to see you," she said after she introduced herself.

The perfect response would have been, "Yes, I can see that. It's written all over your face," but instead I widened my smile, "Me either. How're you?"

She told me how fine she was, how I inspire her and blah blah blah.

I know they aren't excited to see me. They were just excited to connect with me on a personal level.

I've perfectly balanced being friendly and aloof so they stick to the general question but this one was bold.

She glanced down at my stomach a couple of times as she spoke. Then after we exchanged numbers, she asked, "How far along are you?"

When Aiden had suddenly announced that we'd attend Amie's party just after he told me, all grins, that Amie had recovered, I had mentally prepared myself for the stares and questions. Yet, when this woman, with eyes that looked like she could read my every thought, asked the question I knew I'd get, my heart skipped a bit and I was rendered speechless for the longest second of my life.

My lips slowly curled into a smile. "Four months," I said as I affectionately rubbed my stomach.

"Congratulations, Mrs Aiden," the woman's congratulations clashed with another.

see a couple of

I struggled to remain calm and not make an

a safe delivery in advance, became

of the women said, referring to the comment that one of them just made about

colleague," the lady began and I could already tell that

inside story..." the other women nodded while I just itched

all gasped,

knew it! I knew I'd hate the words she'd spew. I felt an

mean of all things to fake," she continued incredulously, "a pregnancy? What moved her to such desperation? Well, it all went against her when her husband found out and

She didn't even bother

felt really bad for the man. He was such a nice man. He had grown so attached to the non

ask her

other details when she claimed the lady whose story was being told was just a

were still engrossed in their gossip when I excused

to the restroom that I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked truly pregnant, my whole face was coated with perspiration and my hands

my eyes and took a deep breath. I stayed like that for a while until I

do?" I inquired. What do I do when it's time to give birth? I needed

out about the truth?

suddenly wondered

should have asked before ran off. I could know how she caught, I could

she might have