Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AUTHOR'S POV

It was meant to happen.

Those were the words that Sharon repeatedly told herself to tone down the growing guilt.

Oftentimes, she thought it would have been better if she had just told the truth about her pregnancy and lived with whatever happened next. Being with Aiden wasn't worth the guilt, the dark endless hole she was sinking into.

Now that she was growing closer to her fake due date, Aiden had grown more affectionate toward her. They had even grown closer than they once were. Sometimes, she wondered if it was the poor girl's death that brought about the changes.

Whatever it was, it wasn't worth it, because she was not happy. She had all that she had ever wanted; Aiden's full attention. As full as it could get with the investigation he had thrown himself into.

Whenever he wasn't with Sharon, helping her make a meal or deliver the takeouts he'd ordered for her, or clean the house since she didn't want the maid over anymore, he was at the station, cracking Amie's case, looking for the answer that was right under his own roof. Now, Sharon wasn't just grappling with guilt over her involvement in Amie's death, she had no peace of mind.

Her whole life, Sharon had never had nightmares. But they were now a constant for her. Amie was always in each of them, crying and asking her why she killed her. Then Aiden would appear, disbelief in his eyes, before he'd shake his head and rip off her fake stomach then throw her in a deep dark well, filled with so many versions of angry Amie and Ana.

She was always scared to sleep. Whenever Aiden slept at the house, she had to pretend to be fine; to come up with a lie as to why she couldn't sleep or why she jerked up from her sleep.

Infact, at this point, she knew she was going crazy.

Sometimes in the dream, Tabitha, whom she had still not been able to reach, would stand at the top of the well that Aiden threw her in and the echo of her laughs would reach her.

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her spot by the window when she

eyes and took a deep calming breath. "Aiden. When did you get back?" And how did I not see you drive in? Was the thought

feared that her involvement would soon be discovered. So everyday, close to the time Aiden would arrive, she'd go to the window to see if he'd come with the police, if he would bring

Aiden frowned as he watched her, her hands still clutched the curtain tightly. "How come you didn't see me drive in since you're standing there?" He inquired as he leaned toward her and peered through the window.

walked a few feet away from Aiden. "I got

wondered. "Why were

She walked forward, gave him a

Pizza. Junks. It worried him because as a pregnant woman, she needed healthier food

of things

acts really out

and there was always this...

to notice how

If he asked why, she'd sigh and say she felt ugly. Aiden thought it was a

esteem?

out these unusual behaviors, she would always tell him how giving birth terrified her. Which was why he'd vowed that no matter what, he must be there to hold her hands as she

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told Sharon. "The detective invited you for questioning." He decided to omit the whole part where the detective had told him about the evidence that linked his own wife to the