Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 386

ANASTASIA

“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.

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 TikTok 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 that this was a phase that would soon pass. I came across crystal clear pictures of celebrities, pictures 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?!