Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

AIDEN

My gaze roved her frame. There was no blood on her hands or on any part of her body. Though her head was down, her shoulders didn't shake from sobbing. I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked the universe that she was physically fine as my gaze swept the room. I didn't know what I had expected but I was relieved that there was no physical danger looming around... or was there?

"Sharon?" I called as I further walked into the room. "Are you okay?" I dropped on the bed beside her.

She finally raised her head up from the paper in her hands. I couldn't decipher the expression on her face as she wordlessly handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, my brows arched, my gaze was on face as I took the paper from her.

"I hadn't been feeling well at work. I went to the hospital, ran a test and that's the result," she said succintly, without emotion.

My eyes scanned her face, "Are you okay?"

She nodded. But I couldn't help but wonder if she had caught a disease of some sort. God, please, she should not be diagnosed of an illness.

I settled my gaze on the paper and took in the content in it.

I blinked, surprised. "You're pregnant," I said, then my eyes went over the content in the paper to be sure that I hadn't gotten the message wrong. "What? You're not happy?"

I quickly looked up, a gentle frown on my face. "Why will you say that, Sharon?"

She shrugged and looked away from me.

I plastered a smile on my facea ND put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me. "You're carrying my child," she looked up at me as my eyes briefly fell on her stomach, "Of course, I'm happy."

And for what felt like years, Sharon's face broke into a big grin. Then she pouted, a slight glare on her brows. "Are you sure? I mean with "

"Shh," I wrapped my other hand around her waist and pulled her to me in a hug. "You should not worry over anything. You are my wife and I am happy that you are carrying my child."

She nodded and wound her arms around me. I heard her sigh. Then she said in a small voice. "When I called you... I thought you wouldn't come."

"Why would you think that?"

She hesitated then she shrugged. "I don't know, you might be busy at work."

"You worry too much, wifey. No matter who I'm with or what I'm doing, once you call me, it's a duty I have to answer to immediately."

She said nothing but her arms tightened around me. Then she sighed, "I'm so happy, Aiden. I'd always longed for this."

I pressed a kiss to her temple in response.

I was happy that she was happy. There was very little that made Sharon smile since I decided to go through with the savior sibling procedure to save Amie. In fact, nothing made her smile, at least not in my presence. So this was good. It had to be.

I would have a child and this time, I would be fully involved in every stage till the child's cones into this world and begins to grow. That knowledge was thrilling. I could easily see myself going to doctor's appointments with her. But why do I feel kind of... empty?

I expect that an expecting father should be overjoyed but I was mostly glad that I was happy than glad that I would have a child with her.

Why do I feel like this would only complicate things? Maybe because it actually would complicate issues.

With currently carrying my baby, even though it was solely to save Amie, and my wife pregnant at the same time. It didn't sound good to me.

There was that kindling of thrill that I would be a father but it was being dimmed by the fear and worry.

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But I couldn't tell her that. I couldn't

ruin her joy like that. Though she never really talked about having kids so I assumed she might not want one. Besides, I was more focused on making the marriage work that didn't even bother to breach the topic. Now, seeing how happy she was, it was evident that it means a lot to her.

She pressed a kiss to my lips then she rested her head on my shoulder. "So how should we celebrate this?" "Celebrate?"

She bobbed her head, "Yes." Then her eyes abruptly widened and she gasped, looking up at me. "Don't tell me you expect me to just car like that."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

She hit me on my chest. I chuckled.

"But really, I just felt we'd just celebrate it at home, just the both of us..."

Her brows pulled down as she nodded, processing my words. "Okay, what do you suggest if it's just us?"

I shrugged and pulled her closer to me. I lowered my voice. "I was thinking you'd put on one of those lingeries I love to see you on-"

"Oh, Aiden," her cheeks flushed red as she hit me on my chest again, burying her face in my neck. "You're such a naughty man."

I chuckled and embraced her. It's been so long since we were like this; without the awkwardness or the tension in the air. I missed it.

And if pretending to be ecstatic about the pregnancy was the key to keep things this way, then I'll gladly do so.

*

Few hours later, our living room was filled with a few mutual friends and colleagues, Soulful music played in the background. Each person had a filled wineglass in their grip, smiles on their faces as they chatted among one another.

"Congrats man. I'm so happy for you."

I was forced to unlink my arm from Sharon's as the man pulled me into a hug but she still intertwined our fingers.

I beamed as I hugged him back. "Thank you, thanks for coming," I said for the umpteenth time that night.

Every single person in this room has congratulated me about two times now. The more I answered those congratulations, the more suffocating the room became.

I knew this was a big deal to every couple but it didn't feel like it to me.

After the man walked away to discuss, Sharon excused herself. "I'll just take this," she glanced down at her phone. "It's work, I'll be right back."

She dropped a kiss on my cheeks then picked up the call.

She pressed a hand to her ear. "Good evening, ma'am. Yes. I..." Her voice trailed off as she walked away.

And that was my chance. Certain that no eyes was on me, I stepped into the kitchen and went out through the backdoor for some peace and quiet.