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

I forced a smile as I struggled to remain calm and not make an excuse

when a few minutes later, the group of three women wishing me congratulations and a safe delivery in advance, became about half

referring to the comment that one of them just made about how

a colleague," the lady began and I could already tell that I would not

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

all gasped, wide

she'd spew. I felt an errant sweat roll

such desperation? Well, it all went against her when her husband found out

didn't even bother to know why

a nice man. He had grown so attached to the non existent child

ask

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

their gossip when I excused myself and

I got to the restroom that I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked truly pregnant, my whole face was

pressed my back to the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stayed like that for

back at my reflection. "What do we do?" I inquired. What do I

what if Aiden finds out about

wondered

I should have asked before ran

she might have