Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

SHARON

"Thank you, thank you," I smiled at both of them.

The woman smiled. "This meeting was absolutely necessary. I'm glad we were able to go over everything."

"Yes," the man butted in politely. "All we have to do now is get to work."

"Exactly," I said, glad that we were able to finally hold a meeting.

They were new clients and since they reached out to the company, it has been difficult to schedule a meeting as either of them was either busy or out of the country. We finally found a common ground and the meeting finally happened.

When we stepped out of the restaurant where they had held the brief but impactful meeting, I turned to them. "This was really beautiful. I look forward to working with you two." "Same here," they said at the same time, then we shook hands and we all went our way.

My smile was still on my face as I unlocked my car and got in.

I placed myr bag and the files on the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt around me.

For a few seconds, I sat in my car, contemplating if I should quickly stop by the office before I head home or if I should just drive home directly.

At the end, the urge to be back in Aiden's arms won.

I turned on the ignition. I couldn't wait to get home.

Recently, my life has suddenly brightened, especially my relationship with Aiden. I could not wait to snuggle with him in bed as he told stories he 'believes' the baby would enjoy.

He now returns from work earlier so he could be available to help me with anything, almost as if he doesn't want me to feel alone. Sometimes, he would even choose to work from home if I don't go to work that day.

As I began to drive home, I allowed myself to relax, nodding along to the soft hum of the music that played in the background. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was happy, content with all aspects of my life.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, grounding me as I took a sharp turn. Suddenly, a slight wince escaped me as I adjusted, feeling a flicker of discomfort.

I briefly closed my eyes, abruptly feeling lightheaded.

"What's happening?" I murmured as I felt a slight pull in my abdomen and for a few seconds, the road that stretched ahead became blurry.

I blinked multiple times before my vision cleared again.

An uneasy twist gripped her stomach and caused me to drop one of my hands from the steering wheel and clutch my stomach, leaning forward. Abruptly, a flicker of nausea pulsed through me, and a sheen of cold sweat pricked my skin.

I shook my head. My morning sickness has reduced drastically these days so why do I feel nauseated? Why do I feel this discomfort?

I tried to ignore all the queasiness I felt. "It's just stress," I told myself but the feeling persisted. A dull thud in my head, my hands trembling.

I took a deep breath and forced my gaze to remain steady but it was almost impossible. It was as if something inside me was fighting against an invisible force.

"What's happening to me?" I

muttered again, pressing my foot lightly on the brakes as I pulled over to the side of the road. My hands shook as I clutched my stomach and rested my head on the steering wheel, breathing heavily.

I thought of calling Aiden but I immediately decided against it. He would only get worried. These past days, he worries over little things. could just feel a slight headache and he was already frantically googling what could be wrong with me or the baby and calling all of his friends or acquaintances in the medical field.

A small smile spread across my lips despite the discomfort I felt. With another exhale, I sat up and wrapped my pale knuckles around the steering wheel.

I would just visit the clinic and see what was wrong first. It could be nothing and I would just make him worry over nothing. I did not want that.

As I drove to the hospital, the urge to call for help heightened as the discomfort increased but I remained determined to get to the hospital, see what was wrong... or not wrong before I called Aiden.

I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator.

On getting there, I was lucky to find an empty parking space on time.

My hands trembled as I turned off the ignition, pushed the door open and managed to climb out of the car.

I turned around to lock the car door, but my gaze froze on a dark stain smeared across the seat I had just left. For a second, I couldn't process what I was seeing. Then, my heart slammed against my chest.

"No..." I whispered, panic creeping

into my voice as I twisted my neck,

desperately trying to see the back of my dress. My pulse hammered, drowning out the world around me. I reached back, fingers trembling as I slightly pulled the soft fabric of my dress to the side. I felt the fabric slightly cling to my skin. It felt warm and damp. Even before I saw it, the realization washed over me like a wave of ice.

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But there it was... a red stain, glaring against the soft material of my dress.

"No...no...no..." I gasped, my breaths coming in fast bursts, each one sharper than the last. My mind reeled with disbelief, fear and a growing dread tightened in my chest.

I took a shaky step back from the car, my eyes still fixed on the stain as though willing it to disappear, to be anything... ketchup, paint, anything other than what I knew it was. "Please, no..." my voice quivered as I whispered again, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "No, no, no..."