Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

Overtime, Amie's case garnered lots of media attention. Every news channel had a picture of the poor girl as they talked about her unfair death and how everyone responsible must be punished accordingly.

In the midst of it all, the spotlight shifted from Amie to Sharon and I. Somehow, words had got out about our marriage and her fake pregnancy.

I began to receive phone calls from several unknown numbers, calling to ask ridiculous questions all in the quest of getting information directly from the source. I had to switch the SIM card on my phone with the one with my assistant. If there was any information, he could just pass it through. I was done dealing with those incessant calls.

When Sharon had gotten better and she had to be returned to the police station, they arrived at the station to a swarm of reporters at the entrance.

The police guarded her side as they led her inside, but that didn't stop the reporters from shouting their questions;

"Did you really fake a pregnancy, Mrs Aiden?"

"Mrs Sharon, are you still a married woman?"

"Where's your husband? Does he still love you?"

"Will there be a divorce?"

"Were you really involved in Amie Dennis' death?"

"Did you cheat on your husband with one of the kidnappers?"

And all the while, Sharon had her head down, her hair long enough to

actions. But she

day, there were always reporters crowded either at my company,

of them went as far as knocking on my door and windows. And even at that, so e if them still lurked around, pretending to be passersby or driving past, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything fresh to publish. Amie's captors and killers have been sentenced to life imprisonment,

wonder if there was more between them than their attempt to defraud him and initiate him in some cult as I'd heard from the detective. The relief on his face when their judgement was passed made me despise him a

first saw him, I had first wondered where Justin was until I remembered that he said he'd gotten him a nanny. I just hoped he got

and I

lurking around now, you can come out," one of the security

I muttered as I grabbed my car keys

cameras or probing eyes till I

car, filled with a security team, followed me as i drove to the

was the day of Sharon's trial. The day for her

her father had called to plead, to yell, but I'd made up

lot

under my breath when I noticed the crowd at the entrance of the court. The

and microphones tucked my way. In no time, I was swarmed. "What do you have to say about your wife's trial, Mr

still

do you feel

why Mrs Aiden felt the need to fake

lips sealed tight as I struggled

everyone, stay