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

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

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 that

one of them just made about how

began and I could already tell that I would not 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

all gasped,

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

desperation? Well, it all went against her when her husband found out and dumped her." "Serves

She didn't even bother to

man. He had grown so attached

to ask her how

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

when I excused myself

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

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

the 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 needed to think

out about the

suddenly wondered

asked before ran off. I could know how she caught,

she might