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 cover the sides of

assumed that she was crying and regretting her actions. But she had gone

have been working from home since the media got involved. Night and day, there were always reporters crowded either at my company, waiting for

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

angry as he glared at them all, but mostly on 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 face when their judgement was passed made me despise him a

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

phone rang and I

can come

I muttered as I grabbed my car keys and made

were no clicking cameras or probing

behind me, another car, filled with a security

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

this day, her father had called to plead, to yell, but I'd made up my mind. She has to pay for all that she

my car in the parking lot and made my way

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

cameras clicking, phone and speakers and microphones tucked my way. In no time, I was swarmed.

you still love

you feel

why Mrs Aiden felt the

tight as I struggled to move past

back, everyone,

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