Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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"He?" He smiled and his gaze traveled between my face and the road a couple of times before he fixed it on the road again.

"Yeah," I dragged and bit my lip. I totally forgot to inform him. "We did the scan and it's a boy."

His brows hiked up as he faced me. "You did, didn't you?"

I winced. "I'm sorry I didn't inform you. I forgot."

He nodded. And silence descended again.

I wondered if he was mad as I looked at the side of his face. Apart from his sudden silence, there was no sign that he was. So I brushed it off. I didn't want to add another worry to the lists of worries on my plate.

I took a deep breath as I turned to look out the window. Suddenly, I felt the baby kick. My eyes widened and I let out a soft gasp.

My gasp must have been louder than I thought because Aiden spared a look my way but he returned his gaze to the road without a word.

I began to worry if he was mad again when my baby kicked the second time. I smiled, wishing I could raise my top and press my palm directly on my stomach, wishing I could see the tiny feet that must be pressed against my tummy right now.

I couldn't wait for his arrival. I'd been counting down. It was just four months left and some days I just wished I'd wake up and it would be my due date.

With each day that passed, drawing me closer to my due date, I was more hopeful that Amie would soon be up and bouncing, playing energetically with Dennis and giggling loudly.

Just a few more months, baby. You'd have a sibling and you'd be healthy again.

As the ride went on, so did the silence. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I was starting to worry again if he was mad so I asked.

"How's Sharon? How's she doing?"

He glanced at me in that fleeting and casual way again. As if I was some stranger he was just trying to remain polite to.

"Sharon's fine." And that was it. No, 'she's really been busy with work,' or 'she sent her regards.' Nothing.

I sighed and just let him be.

As we approached my house, I began to thank him. "Thank you so much, Aiden. Thank you for insisting on giving me a ride." The stupid ride I ordered was later canceled.

He nodded. "It's nothing."

He didn't even smile.

"You can just stop by the road. You don't need to drive through the driveway."

"Okay."

I rolled my eyes. I knew I wanted minimal interaction between us but his monosyllabic responses were irritating.

He slowed down by the roadside just before our driveway and parked.

With another 'thank you,' I climbed out of the car. I waved at him but his response was a nod as he drove off.

I watched his car drive off into the night. When he was out of sight, I shrugged and began to walk up the driveway. I didn't fail to notice that Dennis' car was nowhere around the house.

I took in a long sigh. Was he still mad? Is that why he hasn't returned home? Is staying away the best way he thinks we could solve this? My emotions went from worry to fear and back again.

But he should understand. If he

really understood like he claimed,

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he'd know that this wasn't easy for me either. I'm sure Aiden isn't exactly having so much fun right now. It wasn't anyone's fault that Amie was sick. It wasn't my fault that the only way was to connect with my ex; the man I unknowingly held onto for a long time; the man that made me close myself off to everyone. None of this was my fault.

And it hurts me too.

I'd finally begun to love someone else, finally been able to move on and be fully happy again and this had to happen, disrupting the life I'd imagined would be as perfect as our wedding pictures.

I unlocked the door and made my way up the stairs. My footsteps echoed and it reminded me of the empty house. It was just as though everything had fallen apart.

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wouldn't give up on Dennis and I wouldn't give up on our marriage; our friendship. This is a storm that is bound to come in relationships and we'll pass through it together and our marriage and kindling love will survive.

After my shower, I made my way to the kitchen to make dinner. I'd make his favorite. That would be my first step in appeasing him.

More than an hour later, I let out a big yawn as I cleaned the counter and washed the utensils I used to cook.

When I was done, I made my way to the living room, grabbed my phone from the center table and sank into one of the couches.

I itched to check the time but I resisted the urge. I didn't want to know how late it was.

A very reliable time killer was social media. I hopped from Tik Tok to YouTube to Snapchat to I*******m. I went back and forth for a while until I decided to stick to I*******m.

I scrolled through funny videos that

made me guffaw and temporarily

forgot about my life problems. I watched inspirational videos that strengthened me and made me believe t

believe that this was a phase that

would soon pass. I came across

crystal clear pictures of celebrities,

piêtures of cute puppies and kittens,

happy couples and families,

beautiful and happy kids, house

warmings...

My eyelids were so heavy as I continued to scroll barely taking in what my eyes could see, but determined to remain awake till Dennis returned, I continued to scroll...

I rubbed my eyes when I came across a familiar name.

Sharon.

I felt my eyelids become less heavier as my eyes roamed the picture she posted. She had her lips pressed to Aiden's cheek. Aiden's face was obstructed from view by the filled wineglass she held before his face. My eyes flew open and I sat up when I successfully read and processed the caption on the picture: Guess who's expecting a baby in eight months?!