Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

In just a day, I've had to sit through and listen to so many more interrogations than I have in my entire life.

All the staff in the store and even bystanders were politely questioned. They were all asked if they had happened to come across a woman with a child. They'd ask along with the description of both the woman and Amie, but no one, not even a single person had seen them. It was as if they disappeared through thin air.

I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my eyes.

Poor Amie. She had just managed to get out of months of being confined to a hospital bed only to get kidnapped by some unfortunate person. It was so unfair to her.

What could they possibly gain from this?

I wondered how she was doing now. Where did they keep her? Has she eaten? Is she thirsty? She must be cold.

I glanced at her medications that still lay untouched on the counter, waiting for its owner to use it. I had spent the night watching them and at some point, even Justin had begun to cry. He must have noticed that his big sister was not around anymore.

Aiden and Dennis were still going around, looking for ways to find her. In a matter of hours, they both had posters with Amie's pictures printed out with a ransom for whoever finds her. They pasted the posters at different locations.

They were surprisingly working fine together and I briefly wondered why it had to be Amie's disappearance that'd bring about this unity.

The store had been nice enough to send us a copy of the footage of the woman walking out. And whenever I wasn't trying to get Justin to stop crying or taking care of him, I was hunched over either my phone or laptop, eyes squinted as I peer at the video, trying to figure out who the woman was.

sick way of paying me back? I confided in Dennis. He stared at me for a

shrugged. "So she doesn't appear

response for a while then he shook his head. "Nah, babe. It isn't Clara.

into the second day of Amie's sudden disappearance, Dennis and

rolling down my eyes as I watched

a tight smile on her lips, but I could tell, everyone of us could tell, that she was scared and she must have cried at some point

doing fine. She had no scratch on her so they hadn't touched her or harmed

put their face

the kidnapper and the kidnapper's face was

her to return," the electronic voice

I heard Dennis mutter beside me, his arms still around

the police. So do not

Amie's face back

Dennis ran his fingers through his hair, while Aiden stood up from where he

the money to the location,"

his phone's screen. He glanced up at Dennis, a mixture of confusion and anger in his eyes. "What do you mean?" He

the police first," Dennis said as a matter of

serious right now? You just watched the