Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

"It's okay," Sharon said as she curled her arms around my shoulders. "You really need to stop beating yourself up over this, babe. It wasn't your fault and throwing yourself into this whole investigation wouldn't help."

"I need to find the culprits, Sharon. I need to find who did this. It's the only thing I can do for her that will make this guilt easier to bear."

"If it's the only way then you should do it," she encouraged. "I'll continue to make sure that my dad is also on the case, I promise."

Her dad had called me once to sympathize with me over the death of my daughter that doesn't belong to his daughter, and he didn't sound too pleased. I was even surprised that she would tell that to her dad. I doubt he wants to help unearth the killer of a child that wasn't his in any way but I kept that to myself.

"Thank you," I told her instead.

She gave me a half hug and didn't immediately pull away this time. It was days like this that she didn't jump away from me like I had an infection whenever I tried to touch her.

"So will you smile for me?" She smiled as she pulled the skin on my cheeks in an attempt to make me smile.

When I removed her hand, she feigned a sad sigh. "Alright then, if you don't find me worthy of your smile, what about your child?" She asked as she placed her palm on her stomach.

My hands itched to press my palm on her stomach, to place my ear to her stomach but the first and last time I'd tried, she had let out a loud cry that I immediately pulled my hands back. "What did you do?" She asked as she glared at me.

"Nothing, I just tried to-"

Never do that again. It hurt like hell," she had said as she lay back on her back.

And I was left to wonder to the extent that I picked up my phone and googled what could have caused that.

So now, I just look at her stomach and make myself satisfied with that.

her palm before

smiled. "For

blushed as she pulled me up and led us to the dining area. She'd cooked again and there

tip of my tongue to finally ask her why she didn't want the maid in the house anymore when

stood up before she could

behind the door, a smile on

on Amie's case greeted me. I frowned. I hope he hadn't come

you here?

nodded. "We've

was the best news ever. "That's fantastic news!" My frown

questioned them and your wife was an

man saying? Why

as I

my throat when I turned to see Sharon's

a minute! "Sharon? I walked to her and took her shaky hands in mine. "Are

I never meant for anything to happen to Amie," she blurted, her voice trembling, tears suddenly

rigid and her hand fell as mine fell to

asked in a small voice as

her head vigorously. "I didn't plan any of this with them, I swear. Amie wasn't supposed to even be kidnapped. Nothing was

into a seat after

paralyzed for a while. Every time, we'd sit in

I'd tell her how the case

along she was one of them, living under my

day of Amie's death weren't out of compassion for the girl but