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 being in my life didn't have to

began the process of starting

as I hated what was happening between Aiden and Anastasia, Aiden was still home. He was my home and he'd forever be.

is made and his child gets well. And

everything. The only way to not overthink and panic was to get

down for lunch or dinner. My assistant brought them in. I take a few bites or spoonfuls while

time, I choose to stay back at the office and work overnight. Returning to an empty house has proved to foster

want to stay with my parents because I couldn't guarantee not

hurt was still fresh. I

returned, mom has visited twice and

working so hard," she

my gaze glued to the CVs I was sifting through. "I was

I'm not a perfectionist. I just want everything

muttered but I pretended not

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

"Is everything alright, Sharon?"

mum," I removed my hand from under hers and gestured around. "Nothing's alright. There are a lot to

"I'm being serious

"I'm fine, mom. I

about we

I sighed. "Mom, work-"

excuse, Sharon. We

assistant the date and address so you won't pretend you didn't receive

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

be a good idea to go home, get a good sleep and prepare for