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.

a couple of women walk toward

much," I forced a smile as I struggled

of three women wishing me congratulations and a safe delivery in advance, became about half a dozen

comment that one of them just made about how hard it

lady began and I could already tell that I

we weren't really friends, more like acquaintances, so I don't know the inside story..." the other women nodded while I just itched to tell her to shut up. "Would you guys believe that she

all gasped,

the words she'd spew. I felt an errant sweat roll down my temples. Thank

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

at her. She didn't even bother to know

for the man. He was such a nice man. He had grown so attached to the non existent child that it broke him when he

wanted to ask her how

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

in their gossip when I excused myself

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

and took a deep breath. I stayed like that for a

we do?" I inquired. What

finds out about the truth? Would he

suddenly wondered how

should have asked before ran off. I

she might