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.

was what gave me joy, what kept me busy, Aiden

also began the process of

Anastasia, Aiden was still home. He was my home and he'd forever

set up a branch there, be by his side as the savior sibling is made and his child

only way to not

or dinner. My assistant brought them in.

choose to stay back at the office and work overnight. Returning to

stay with my parents because I couldn't guarantee not breaking down before then. I didn't want that to

still fresh. I wasn't ready to talk

I returned, mom has visited twice and she

Sharon, you're working so hard,"

glued to the CVs I was sifting through. "I was gone for just a while

I'm not a perfectionist. I just

that," she muttered but I pretended not to hear

her second visit, which was starting to get suffocating, she covered my hand on the table

"Is everything alright, Sharon?"

how hard I'm working mum," I removed my hand from under hers and gestured around. "Nothing's alright.

at me, "I'm being

her. "I'm fine,

about we

I sighed. "Mom, work-"

excuse, Sharon. We will

the date and address so you won't pretend you didn't receive it." Then she

in the restaurant she'd chosen. And the day

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