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?"

Sharon had her head down, her hair

watched her, I assumed that she was crying and regretting her actions. But

have been working from home since the media got involved. Night and day, there were

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

than their attempt to defraud him and initiate him in some cult as I'd heard from the detective. The relief on his

remembered that he said he'd gotten him a nanny. I just hoped he got a trusted person. Right

and I picked

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

grabbed my car keys and made my

there were no clicking cameras or probing eyes till

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

The day for her to also get her

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

in the parking lot and made my

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

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

you still

feel about her

Mr Aiden? Is that why Mrs Aiden felt

lips sealed tight as I struggled to move

back, everyone, stay