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?"

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

actions. But she had gone too

day, there were always reporters crowded either at my company, waiting for me or at the

had to 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 to be passersby or driving past, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything fresh to publish.

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 little less. He

where Justin was until I remembered that he said he'd gotten him a

phone rang and

none of them lurking around now, you can come out," one of the security outside said on the

muttered as I grabbed my car keys and made

there were no clicking cameras

me, another car, filled with a security team, followed me as

day of Sharon's trial. The day for her to also get her

yell, but I'd made up

car in the parking lot and

cussed under my breath when I noticed the crowd

also noticed me and they rushed forward, cameras clicking, phone and speakers and microphones tucked my

you still

you feel about

Is that why Mrs Aiden felt the need

lips sealed tight as I struggled to move past

everyone, stay