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.

***

Sharon jerked from her spot by the

a deep calming breath. "Aiden. When did you get back?" And

kind of her routine now. With the way the investigation was going, Sharon 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

standing there?" He inquired as he leaned toward her and peered through the window. Perhaps,

a few feet away from Aiden. "I got

Aiden wondered. "Why

"I was waiting for you." She walked forward, gave him a brief side hug and collected the takeout

Takeouts. Pizza. Junks. It worried him because as a pregnant woman, she needed healthier food but it did seem to bother her,

a lot of

She acts

and there was always this...

to notice how she alwave

seem to avoid any physical touch. If he asked why, she'd sigh and say she felt ugly. Aiden thought it was a

esteem?

was why he'd vowed that no matter what, he must be there

***

decided to omit the whole part where the detective had told him about the evidence that linked