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 long enough to cover the sides of her face from any

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

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

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. Amie's captors and killers have

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

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

phone rang and I picked it

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

my car keys and

cameras or

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

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

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

parking lot and made

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

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

still

do you feel about her

Is that why Mrs Aiden felt the need to fake a

as

everyone, stay