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?"

down, her hair long enough to cover the sides

regretting her actions. But she had

home since the media got involved. Night and day, there were always

get security when some of them went as far as knocking on my door and windows. And even at that, so e if them still lurked around, pretending

the lady among them, which made me 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

where Justin was until I remembered that he said he'd gotten him a nanny. I just hoped he got a trusted person. Right now, no one could

phone rang and I picked

lurking around now, you can come

my car keys

cameras or probing eyes till I

paces behind me, another car, filled with a security team, followed me

The day for her to also get

called to plead, to yell, but I'd made up my

my car in the parking lot

cussed under my breath when I noticed the crowd at the entrance

and microphones tucked my

still love

do you feel

sterile, Mr Aiden? Is that why Mrs Aiden felt the need to

my lips sealed tight as I struggled to

back, everyone, stay