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

you so much," I forced a smile as I struggled to

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 stories of pregnancy perks with their

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

I could already

the other women nodded while I just

all gasped, wide

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

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

She didn't even bother to know

such a nice man. He had grown so attached to the non existent child that it broke

to ask her how she

other details 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

in their gossip when I excused

time I got to the restroom that I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked

pressed my back to the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

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

out about the truth? Would he

wondered

have asked before ran off. I could know how

she might have