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?"

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

watched her, I assumed that she was crying and regretting her actions. But she had gone too far. Regret and tears would

involved. Night and day, there were always reporters crowded either at my company, waiting for me or at

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 been sentenced to life imprisonment,

was more between them than their attempt to defraud him and initiate him in some cult as

had first wondered where Justin was until I remembered that he said he'd gotten him a nanny. I just hoped he got a trusted person. Right

rang and I

of them lurking around now, you can come out," one of

I grabbed my car

there were no clicking cameras or probing

another car, filled with a security team, followed

trial. The day for her to

father had called to plead, to yell, but I'd made up my mind.

my car in the parking lot and made my way to

the crowd at the entrance of the court.

and microphones tucked my way. In no time, I was swarmed. "What do you have to

still love

do you feel about her

why Mrs Aiden felt the

tight as I

back, everyone,