Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SHARON

Most of our actions in life are easier said than done. Oh, I want to buy a new car. It's easier to say that than to put in the work, night and day, and stay committed to save the money for the car from scratch.

I had said I'd come clean to Aiden, but so far, so bad. The only thing I had the guts to do was say that I will and make the intention.

But fear... it was a rotten thing that has killed lots of dreams and ambitions. Fear has been the one thing that had clamped its cold hands over my mouth and squeezed my heart till it sometimes became hard to breathe.

I couldn't look Aiden in the face and tell him that I'd shared the same bed with him, ate with him, laughed and made plans with him while carrying a silicone stomach around to deceive him and everyone.

Aiden was an honest man and all his life, that virtue had always stood out. No matter what, he'd be honest with you and he expects you to do the same. If I tell him this, he'd hate me. I just know it. I had so many opportunities, so many chances but I chose to keep up with my charade.

Another feeling I'd recognised over the past few days was desperation. I was scared of losing Aiden and I was desperate not to lose him.

Fear and desperation. I knew I was a slave to those two when I picked up my phone and called 'my ally,' turning a deaf ear to my conscience. "Mrs Aiden?" Her loud voice came through the speakers. She sounded disoriented and confused. There was noise wherever she was. "Let's meet," were the only words I could muster. I felt so ashamed of myself.

"What? What did you say?!" She screamed into the phone. I let out a wince as I quickly pulled the phone from my ear.

"Can you move to a quiet area?" I hissed. I'm not about to start shouting for the whole world to hear me.

"Sure," I think I heard her mutter. There was a bit of shuffling in the background. Then, "Hello, Mrs Aiden. Sorry about that."

murmured, suddenly reconsidering

did you say? Why'd

"Let's meet," I reiterated.

a pause then, "I'd send an address

and

looked from my shaking hands to my reflection in the mirror. Why do I

.

numerous unanswered questions didn't stop me from proceeding with the plan. Maybe I've since wanted this. If I didn't, I'd have blocked her and forever misplace her contact the moment I walked out of that

the time I was done, a message containing the location where we'll meet

at an odd area. It was a secluded cafe with little to no

eyes and turned down lips, I told her plainly, "I'm not here

the problem. You didn't allow me to explain. I didn't mean we'll kill the children when

said you meant it in every sense of

plan was actually

threat. That would

to file a restraining

CUMS

Aiden doesn't even see the kids that much. "How will he appear

you have to know. Just let me know if I

restraining order would be perfect. But I briefly