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.

both turned back to see a couple of women walk

smile as I struggled to remain calm and not

minutes later, the group of three women wishing me congratulations and a safe delivery in advance, became about half a dozen of women telling stories of pregnancy perks with their husbands and the pain

the comment that one of them just made about

could already tell that I would not like what

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

gasped, wide

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

desperation? Well, it all went against her when her husband found out and dumped her." "Serves her

at her. She didn't even bother to know

bad for the man. He was such a nice man. He had

ask her how

whose story was being told was just a colleague and an acquaintance, but

their gossip when I excused

time I got 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

door. I closed my eyes and took a

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

out about the truth? Would he leave? He

suddenly wondered

have asked before ran

might