Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 160

ISADORA’S POV

The baby clothing section was making me nauseous. Pastel pinks, sky blues, and tiny socks that could fit in the palm of my hand–if not for the fact that I was still keeping up with this lie I wouldn’t even dream of coming in here.

My eyes immediately sighted a small mirror and walked up to it, “I mean look at this gorgeous shape of mine, I should then ruin this goddess body because I want to get pregnant” I let out a small sigh.

The things you do for love.

I half–heartedly picked up a soft yellow onesie, then dropped it back onto the rack. I didn’t even know the baby’s gender, well at least I didn’t remember telling Adrian the gender so if I didn’t know how can I couldn’t pick the right dress it wouldn’t matter.

Hell, I didn’t even know why I was doing this. No–scratch that. I knew exactly why. Because I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t. And the more t thought about it, the more irritated I got.

As I continued to stare at the baby outfits thinking of the perfect one to get, a thought entered my head, why don’t I call mom to come help me out here, I’ll equally get her something nice and she can also tell me how I look in all the dresses I would get today.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, stopping at the name that never failed to bring drama and clarity

“Pick up, pick up,” I muttered under my breath as it rang. “Hi Mom, where are you? I need you at the west wing of Bloomridge Mall. Baby section.”

“Baby section?” she asked, bewildered. “You pregnant now or something?”

“Just come,” I snapped and hung up.

30 minutes later, my mom strutted into the store like she owned it, and to be honest, I was surprised she got here faster than I had imagined. Her heels

clicked on the marble floor, and her oversized sunglasses sat low on her nose as she gave me a once–over.

Was she coming from a fashion show or something? Or did she hit her head and forget that she was over 40 years old because my mom knows she shouldn’t dress and act this way, anyway that’s not what was important right now.

“What’s with the emergency?” she asked, tossing her designer purse, onto a nearby chair.

I crossed my arms and nodded toward the overflowing shopping cart filled with baby things. “That.”

My mom blinked, confused. “You… buying clothes for someone else’s baby?”

I sighed. “No. Adrian asked me to shop for baby stuff. For our baby, something I didn’t think would happen until a few minutes ago, and now am sorta in a panic mode.”

Her jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re pregnant?”

I hesitated. My mouth opened, but no words came out.

My mom stared at me, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you lied to that man.”

“I didn’t lie. I just secured my spot there, his mistress was about to tell him that she was pregnant and if I didn’t act I would have been sent out of there” I

muttered.

“Isadora!” she gasped. “You told a billionaire you’re pregnant with his child when you’re not? Girl, that’s some Netflix–level drama.”

I shrugged. “He didn’t question it. He just told me to go shopping.”

She leaned in closer. “Then what the hell are you doing wasting time buying baby clothes?”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You claim you’re sorta panicking yet you had time to come shopping for yourself?” Mom said, using her eyes to gesture towards the shoes I had purchased earlier.

“Don’t you know that before you make a bold move like this you need to plan everything out down to the last straw”

I froze. The words hit me like a slap.

I looked down at the cart full of baby onesies and booties. It was all for show. I was just putting on a performance, trying to play a role I didn’t audition

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