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?"

had her head down, her hair long enough to cover the sides of her face from any

regretting her actions. But she had gone too far. Regret and tears would

media got involved. Night and day, there were always reporters crowded either at my company,

lurked around, pretending to be passersby or driving past, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything fresh to publish. Amie's captors and killers

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

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

rang and I picked it

come

my car keys and

cameras or probing eyes

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

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

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

parked my car in the parking lot and made my way

noticed the crowd at the

forward, cameras clicking, phone and speakers and microphones tucked my way. In no time,

you still love

you feel about

Aiden? Is that why Mrs Aiden felt the need to fake

sealed tight as I struggled to move

everyone, stay