Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

I rubbed my eyes as I let out a yawn.

I squinted at the worksheet on the screen but the more I stared, the blurrier the words and figures became and the heavier my eyelids got.

I was scared to go to bed because each time I closed my eyes to sleep, all I saw was Aiden and Anastasia, all lovey dovey.

Every moment I spent idling away was filled with thoughts of Aiden and Anastasia together. I didn't want to have those thoughts. I didn't want to think that my husband was going to father another woman's child.

I hadn't heard from Aiden since that witch returned to our lives. I had no idea if he returned home because the first thing I did the next morning after my drunken night was book a flight, pack my things and leave the country.

I had left my business here and flown to Aiden without a second thought. The hands I'd left the business in did a fairly good job but I wasn't satisfied.

I didn't want fairly good. I wanted the best. I would have done better if I was present.

And so I got to work. Work, as always, came to my rescue. It drove all those thoughts and endless worries away. All I had to do was fill my head with enough figures and words.

I also realized that I had tons of pending work.

I was disappointed in myself. Marriage has made me lazy. Apart from the pending work, I had also delegated lots of tasks to my subordinates.

When I called my assistant and told her that I'd be taking over the tasks I delegated to her, her eyes widened and her lips trembled as she asked, "Did I do anything wrong?"

I smile softly at her. "Come on. You're the best assistant I've ever had. You didn't do anything. I just want to be more involved. Since the break I took for my honeymoon, I haven't really resumed. And even before then, I wasn't very active." She smiled, "Alright."

Then I sent for the HR manager and told him that he could send the interviewees my way.

Now, I had a lot on my plate and there was no time for slip ups or time to think about my husband with another woman all day.

deals. Before Aiden, it was what gave me joy, what kept me busy, Aiden being in my

sorted things out, I also began the process of starting up a

and Anastasia, Aiden was still home. He was my home and

sibling is

only way to not overthink and panic was

even go down for lunch or dinner. My assistant brought

Returning to an empty house has proved to foster my over-thinking skills, even

I couldn't guarantee not breaking down before then. I didn't want that to

fresh. I wasn't ready to talk

that, my mom got herself involved. Since I returned, mom has visited twice

God, Sharon, you're working so hard," she

as I kept my gaze glued to the CVs I was sifting through. "I was gone for just

perfectionist. I

but I pretended not to hear

starting to get suffocating, she

"Is everything alright, Sharon?"

I removed my

"I'm being

"I'm

about we

I sighed. "Mom, work-"

excuse, Sharon. We will

and address so you won't pretend you didn't receive it." Then she grabbed her

and closed my laptop. She'd sent in the restaurant she'd chosen. And the day was

a good idea to go home, get a good sleep and prepare for the interrogation session she disguised as a