Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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?"

So many ridiculous questions. And all the while, Sharon had her head down, her hair long enough to cover the sides of her face from any camera.

As I watched her, I assumed that she was crying and regretting her actions. But she had gone too far. Regret and tears would change nothing now.

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

I had to get security when some of them went as 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 been sentenced to life imprisonment, just as they deserved.

Dennis had been there at their trial, his eyes 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 little less. He knew it was what they deserved.

When I first saw him, I 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 now, no one could be trusted.

My phone rang and I picked it up.

"There's none of them lurking around now, you can come out," one of the security outside said on the phone.

"Thank you," I muttered as I grabbed my car keys and made my way out.

Just as he said, there were no clicking cameras or probing eyes till I got into my car.

Few paces behind me, another car, filled with a security team, followed me as i drove to the court.

It was the day of Sharon's trial. The day for her to also get her punishment.

Before 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 did.

I parked my car in the parking lot and made my way to the court.

"Goddammit," I cussed under my breath when I noticed the crowd at the entrance of the court. The press.

At the same time, they also noticed me and they rushed forward, cameras clicking, phone and speakers and microphones tucked my way. In no time, I was swarmed. "What do you have to say about your wife's trial, Mr Aiden?"

"Do you still love her?"

"How do you feel about her betrayal?"

"Are you sterile, Mr Aiden? Is that why Mrs Aiden felt the need to fake a pregnancy?"

I kept my lips sealed tight as I struggled to move past them.

"Move back, everyone, stay back."

I let out a breath of relief as the security team made it on time. Though that didn't stop their insulting questions. The team cleared the path for me, and headed inside.

Once again, I was seated on one of the pews in the courtroom awaiting the judge. Iglanced around and noticed that Dennis wasn't in there He probably doesn't care about Sharon's trial. To him, the real threat was gone. But to me, the threat would forever linger, my mind would forever be at a state of unrest until her judgement is passed.

"All rise!" The bailiff's sharp voice abruptly pulled me out of my thoughts.

As I stood up, the judge walked past and settled in his position.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Sharon was brought in. She looked up and when her gaze found mine, I could see the plea in them, the remorse. But it was too late, none of those will undo the deed. Her case began. The prosecutor said her bit, then the attorney began his defense.

As expected, her father had gotten her one of the best attorneys, but it wasn't enough to stop her judgement.

Her attorney was spewing some trash about a mental illness that she developed when she had an accident as a kid and whatnot when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I retrieved it from my pocket and

frowned at the caller. It was my

assistant. He knows I'd be in the courtroom by now, so why did he

call? Is there an emergency at work?

Before I finally made the attempt to pick up, the vibration stopped but he called back immediately.

"I just received a call, sir," he rushed out the moment I picked up. "Anastasia has escaped the asylum."