Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

My ally has asked that we meet today and I agreed.

I looked at my face in the mirror. The worry was evident in my features. My gaze fell on my stomach, my fake stomach.

This 'ally' has refused to say why she wanted to help me. And I'm left to wonder; does she know about my fake pregnancy? So when she proposed that we meet in person, I accepted immediately.

I took a deep breath and smoothed my hands over my blouse. "Let's go see what the fuss is all about," I muttered. I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the house.

Once I was seated in my car, I exhaled one more time. Then I looked through my bag to be sure that the pepper spray, stun gun and taser were intact.

She didn't sound dangerous, but you never could tell. Besides, whoever knows my secret right now is dangerous.

I punched in the address she sent to me and headed to the restaurant. It was an old restaurant in a remote area. I parked about a mile away from the restaurant and walked the rest of the way.

After what felt like forever, I stopped before the building of the restaurant that looked like it would collapse any minute from then. I dialed her number.

"I'm here," I simply said.

There was a pause then, "But I don't see you. Where ar- Oh, I've seen you. You have on mom jeans and a black blouse, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll be right out."

a beautiful young lady. She had on a crop tank top under her loose denim overalls. She didn't look like someone who could offer any help to me and I wondered, once again, what she could possibly want to help me with. I have never seen her before, so how does she know and why does she think I need help? Definitely, she must know something about me.

though she knew

a

coming," she said and together we

as she ordered two large cups of orange juice for the

to me with a smile. "I know we aren't here to have a chithat over drinks, but we

I nodded, "I understand."

dropped the large cups before both of us. "You said you're my ally?" I finally said, unable to remain patient

the juice before she returned

appreciated that she was very straightforward. "I love Dennis but he wouldn't look at me. I know Dennis is Anastasia's husband. And I know there's the risk that Anastasia might take your husband from you soon." I watched her carefully. "Why

because she

knew all of this and

shrugged. "A woman

my eyes at

and reclined in her seat. "I used to work for Dennis in one of his bars. When he found out that Move him, he

was Anastasia's husband. That man was completely taken by Ana, just like Aiden. What does

do you

placed her hand on the table and looked at me in the eye. It

want Aiden all to yourself? Do you want to keep living in fear that you might

actually help eachother. I'll help you and

to the point," I

together to separate our

"How?"