Pregnant and Divorced, The Billionaire's Regret
“Angelina, I’ve told you this, I’m busy. What is it?”
“Busy? Gabe, don’t tell me you forgot?” The brunette from the other end asked, her voice carrying a tint of a whine.
Gabriel thought, long and hard in the short time his brain provided.
Was he missing something?
Her birthday? An anniversary? Perhaps a holiday?
Nah, none of that rang a bell in his mind.
Angelina’s birthday was on the 11th of August and they were merely in march. And as for any anniversary…there wasn’t one, was there?