Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 85

FOUR MONTHS LATER.

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Sylvie stood before the mirror-black knee-length dress, black heels, silver purse.

Her hair and makeup were perfect-thanks to Cindy.

She had diamond pieces on her neck and ears. She was supposed to look 'beautiful', yet for some reason, she found it difficult feeling that way.

"I'm telling you, you look great!" Cindy who was gathering her things from the table said for what felt like the hundredth time. "I seriously don't know what is wrong with you. Trust me, nobody at that event will be beating your looks, Sylvie." "Oh, can you stop?" Sylvie rolled her eyes, touching the back of her neck nervously. "Not everyone at the party will be eight months pregnant." "Well, not everyone at the party is as lucky as you are."

Sylvie let out a soft laugh. Cindy had always been fond of telling her how lucky she was.

four months, Cindy had grown to to be

Over the past four

bothered to check on her. Not like she cared. She closest among all her friends. It was a companionship that Sylvie appreciated as she really needed a good friend in that phase of her life. Her sisters, unfortunately, even after learning she was pregnant, had never cared. She grew up knowing they never liked her. to her bedroom opened, revealing Kage.

The door to

Sylvie held her breath for a moment as she stared at him - the epitome of perfection. Kage would always be the most handsome man she's known.

He was wearing a black Ivory Halo pants, with a crisp white shirt neatly tucked into it. The first button of the shirt was undone - giving him a look so hot, it could set the room on fire. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen as she had too many precious things in the room. Her heart quickened as I as he approached her, staring at her with such tenderness that always made her weak in the bone "Hey," he took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

Cindy cleared her throat, a smile on her face as she picked up her already packed bag. "I'll leave now, Sylvie. I'll check up on you later."

For the first time since he walked in, Sylvie looked away from Kage and at Cindy. "Thanks a lot."

"Goodluck," Cindy mouthed to her before finally leaving.

Now,

back to Kage.

took a deep breath

stepped back, as if to access her.

turned crimson, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Y...

only one month away from delivery, so her stomach was quite big already. This time, no amount of

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was pregnant. Although, the body changes were new to Sylvie, she still loved them and couldn't wait to meet her kids. But sometimes, she felt less beautiful - not like she cared. They were just changes she was trying

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was attending a fundraising event with Kage. It was the first time she'd be accompanying him to a public event since she became pregnant. Sylvie was happy for it, but she wondered if it wouldn't look awkward

so beautiful and I sure wouldn't want to ruin your makeup, I'd have

strangely?" He lifted his hands to gently cup her cheeks. "I've told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. You seriously think a baby bump is enough to change any of that?" ""Of...of of course, not. I just thought maybe

that already. If I have to go to the party with anyone other than you, I might end up strangling

laughed, hitting him on the chest. "Fine. If you say

She

took a deep breath.

"Let's go.

Kage held out his hand. She gladly took

after their divorce - was one of

them found it lovely, others saw Sylvie as a golddigger who had broken Kage and Lana apart. And that was one of the reasons Sylvie felt nervous having to step

opinions had never really mattered to her, but the last thing she wanted was her kids getting dragged into it as

and had developed a relationship she never wanted to lose. He meant everything to her, and

event, Kage held her hand

had barely gotten to their table before some associates approached grand hall filled with high-profiled guests. Somehow, her hand in his made her feel protected, and she didn't

warm greetings to him