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.

to see a couple of women

a smile as I struggled

regretted not leaving when a few minutes later, the group of three women wishing me congratulations and a safe delivery in advance, became about half a dozen of women telling

of faking orgasms," one of the women said, referring to the comment that one

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

the other women nodded while I just itched to tell her to shut up. "Would you guys believe that she faked

all gasped, wide

spew. I felt an errant sweat roll down my temples. Thank goodness I left my

it all went against her when her husband found out

her. She didn't even

man. He had grown so attached to the non

to ask

was just a colleague and an acquaintance, but I was too uneasy to even remain

still engrossed in their gossip when I excused myself and left their

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

to the door. I closed my eyes and took a

mirror and stared back at my reflection. "What do we do?" I inquired. What do I do when it's time to give birth? I

Aiden finds out about the truth? Would he leave? He

wondered

have asked before ran off.

she might