Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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I whirled around, curious to see who it was and what I had dropped.

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I looked around for a while and my eyes quickly settled on the drop-dead gorgeous woman strutting towards me from the Taste Tech building like she was on a runway, her eyes pinning me to the spot. Her hips swayed from side to side with a mesmerizing rhythm, adding an extra touch of elegance to her every step. I couldn't help but be captivated by the fluidity of her movements, inspired by the utter confidence in every step she took.

My gaze roved her form from head to toe all over again, took in the sway of her hips, eyed the friendly yet mocking smile on her lips and then I knew. With no doubt I knew who she was.

But another thing I recognized was the dress she had on. Red vevelty suit pants and blazers, the very one that Clara had lamented about. The same blazers the woman with Aiden just a while ago had draped across his desk.

About two days later, Clara had found a picture of the dress she lost to someone else, she dress she was still mourning for its loss, on P******* t and quickly sent it to me. And from the description of the lady that bought the outfit that she had given me, I was sure she was the same

person.

So this was her. Aiden's girlfriend.

I refused the urge to look down at myself, at my shabby appearance.

My eyes sized up the lady and I almost snorted; I almost laughed at myself for having innitially nursed the idea that I might still have a chance with Aiden. What a joke!

How could I? There was no way I'd stand any chance with him. Not in this lifetime. Not with this lady in his life.

With the fact that she was Aiden's girlfriend, coupled with the encounter Clara had with her, I felt my anger intensify. I felt my dislike for her immediately start to take form right in the out of my stomach. She stopped in front of me with that plastic smile still on her face. "I believe this is yours," she said sweetly as she stretched one of her hand. forward and on one of the fingers of the hand, my bracelet dangled.

I looked down at my wrists and saw that my bracelet was gone. I didn't. even realize that it had dropped.

When I looked back up, her smile widened. "You seem to be in a hurry, you couldn't have noticed that it fell," she said as if could read my thoughts.

I took the bracelet from her hand and gave her a stiff smile. "Thanks." With that, I turned around to leave but she stopped me.

"I'm Sharon by the way," she said.

Uh. Okay?

I turned back. "Thank you, Sharon," I told her with a syrupy smile. Then I turned around to leave but her words bright my steps to a halt again." Nice to meet you," she blurted.

I gritted my teeth as I turned back to her. My gaze dropped and I saw that she had her hands stretched out for a handshake and my eyes. immediately zeroed in on the silver ring on one of her fingers. swallowed and took her hand in a quick handshake. "Thank you."

"You're Anastasia, right?"

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Yes, I am Anastasia, I was about to respond when she added, "Aiden's

ex."

My hand on hers froze. I was quick to recover and I slowly pulled my hand away from the now suffocating handshake.

Of course, your boyfriend has fed you with enough information about his ex that abandoned him.

She looked at me, with that damned smile still on her face and I wondered if she was expecting a respond. Well, I had none to give her.

What was I supposed to say? Oh, yes. I'm Aiden's ex. Are you his ex too?

She probably got tired of waiting for my response or she didn't even care to hear one in the first place.

"I've heard so much about you," she said, clapping her palms together before slapping them on her chest. "It feels so good to finally meet you in person. The image I had in my head did no justice to you."

Wow.

"Well, I'm Aiden's fiancée," she said with a bright smile. "We're engaged," she added as she showed me her ring more properly now.

Now it felt like this woman just snatched my heart from Aiden and smashed it on the floor. Then she stomped on the slightly bigger pieces until they turned to dust.

"Oh," was all I could croak out because I couldn't trust my voice at this point to utter something I wouldn't have regretted saying out loud.