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 walk toward

smile as I struggled to remain calm and not make

advance, became about half a dozen of women telling stories of pregnancy perks with their husbands and the pain that accompanied

one of the women said, referring to the comment that one of them just made about how hard it was to reach orgasms during

the lady began and I could already tell that I

Apart from being colleagues, 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 faked a

all gasped, wide

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

"a pregnancy? What moved her to such desperation? Well, it all went against

gaped at her. She didn't even bother to know why she did

really bad for the man. He was such a nice man. He had grown so attached

to ask her how she

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

gossip when I excused myself and left their

that I still looked

door. I closed my eyes and took a

we do?" I inquired. What do I do when it's

finds out about the

suddenly wondered how

before ran off.

she might