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.

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

sorted things out, I also began the

Aiden and Anastasia, Aiden was still home. He was

sibling is made and his

just needed to be patient and not overthink everything. The only way to not overthink and panic was to get busy. And that

didn't even go down for lunch or dinner. My assistant brought them in. I take a few bites or spoonfuls while

the time, I choose to stay back at the office and work overnight. Returning to an empty house has proved to foster my over-thinking skills, even if I

guarantee not breaking

was still fresh. I wasn't ready to

Since I returned, mom has visited twice and she was already all

God, Sharon, you're working so

I was sifting through. "I was gone

a perfectionist. I just want

but

which was starting to get suffocating, she covered my hand

"Is everything alright, Sharon?"

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

at me, "I'm being serious here,

her. "I'm fine, mom. I

about we

I sighed. "Mom, work-"

Sharon. We will

your assistant the date and address so you won't pretend you didn't receive it."

my laptop. She'd sent in the

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