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.

turned back to see a couple of

thank you so much," I forced a smile as I struggled to remain calm and not make an excuse

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 stories of pregnancy perks with their husbands and the pain

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

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

so I don't know the inside story..." the other women nodded while I just itched to

gasped,

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

What moved her to such desperation? Well, it

even bother to know why

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

wanted to ask

when she claimed the lady whose story was being told was just a colleague and an acquaintance, but I was too uneasy to even remain

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

I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked

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

walked to the mirror and stared back at my reflection. "What do we do?" I inquired. What do I

then, what if Aiden finds out about the

wondered how

had gotten caught. I should have asked before ran off. I could know

might