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.

back to see a couple of women walk

a smile as I struggled to remain calm and not make

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

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

I could

friends, more like acquaintances, so I don't know the inside story..." the other women nodded while I just itched to

gasped, wide

words she'd spew. I felt an errant sweat roll down

continued incredulously, "a pregnancy? What moved her to such desperation? Well, it all went against her when her husband found out and dumped her." "Serves her right!" Blurted one

even bother to know why

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

ask her

the lady whose story was being told was just a colleague and

still engrossed in their gossip when I excused myself and

to the restroom that I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked truly

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

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

before then, what if Aiden finds out about the truth? Would he leave? He

suddenly wondered

before ran off. I could

she might have