Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0427



AUTHOR'S POV

It was meant to happen.

Those were the words that Sharon repeatedly told herself to tone down the growing guilt.

Oftentimes, she thought it would have been better if she had just told the truth about her pregnancy and lived with whatever happened next. Being with Aiden wasn't worth the guilt, the dark endless hole she was sinking into.

Now that she was growing closer to her fake due date, Aiden had grown more affectionate toward her. They had even grown closer than they once were. Sometimes, she wondered if it was the poor girl's death that brought about the changes.

Whatever it was, it wasn't worth it, because she was not happy. She had all that she had ever wanted; Aiden's full attention. As full as it could get with the investigation he had thrown himself into.

Whenever he wasn't with Sharon, helping her make a meal or deliver the takeouts he'd ordered for her, or clean the house since she didn't want the maid over anymore, he was at the station, cracking Amie's case, looking for the answer that was right under his own roof. Now, Sharon wasn't just grappling with guilt over her involvement in Amie's death, she had no peace of mind.

Her whole life, Sharon had never had nightmares. But they were now a constant for her. Amie was always in each of them, crying and asking her why she killed her. Then Aiden would appear, disbelief in his eyes, before he'd shake his head and rip off her fake stomach then throw her in a deep dark well, filled with so many versions of angry Amie and Ana.

She was always scared to sleep. Whenever Aiden slept at the house, she had to pretend to be fine; to come up with a lie as to why she couldn't sleep or why she jerked up from her sleep.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Infact, at this point, she knew she was going crazy.

Sometimes in the dream, Tabitha, whom she had still not been able to reach, would stand at the top of the well that Aiden threw her in and the echo of her laughs would reach her.

***

"Sharon?" Sharon jerked from her spot by the window when she heard her name.

She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. "Aiden. When did you get back?" And how did I not see you drive in? Was the thought that accompanied her question.

It was kind of her routine now. With the way the investigation was going, Sharon feared that her involvement would soon be discovered. So everyday, close to the time Aiden would arrive, she'd go to the window to see if he'd come with the police, if he would bring in a gun or handcuffs. Not that she had any plan on what to do if it ever happened, she just found herself at the window all the damn time.

"Just now," Aiden frowned as he watched her, her hands still clutched the curtain tightly. "How come you didn't see me drive in since you're standing there?" He inquired as he leaned toward her and peered through the window. Perhaps, she saw something else there. But all he could see was their driveway and their cars.

Sharon licked her lips and walked a few feet away from Aiden. "I got carried away."

By what? Aiden wondered. "Why were you even there?"

She smiled. "I was waiting for you." She walked forward, gave him a brief side hug and collected the takeout bags in his hands.

That was what they consumed now. Takeouts. Pizza. Junks. It worried him because as a pregnant woman, she needed healthier food but it did seem to bother her, which worried him even more.

Infact, a lot of things worried him

about Sharon. She acts really out of

character these days. The jerks, always fiddling with her fingers and there was always this... inexplicable fear in her eyes. He had also not

failed to notice how she alwave ne

flinched whenever he tried to touch her and seem to avoid any physical touch. If he asked why, she'd sigh and say she felt ugly. Aiden thought it was a term she was far from; pregnancy looked great on her. Sharon was a very confident woman so it confused him. Was this what pregnancy did to women's self

esteem?

Whenever he pointed out these unusual behaviors, she would always tell him how giving birth terrified her. Which was why he'd vowed that no matter what, he must be there to hold her hands as she pushed out their child.

***

As they had dinner, Aiden told Sharon. "The detective invited you for questioning." He decided to omit the whole part where the detective had told him about the evidence that linked his own wife to the kidnap.

It sounded ridiculous to Aiden and he had been honest with the detective, but he insisted that he needed to question Sharon.

He still remembered the detective words; "That's what you want, Mr Aiden. We leave no rock unturned."

"Question me? Over Amie's case? I hope they aren't coming to a dead end," Sharon said calmly as she sipped the yoghurt that Aiden had gotten for her.

With how fidgety and apprehensive she had been over the past weeks, she was flabbergasted that she could remain that calm.

"I hope not." Aiden answered. "I told him it would be a waste of time but he insisted."

"When's it?" Sharon asked as she placed the cup back on the table and picked up her cutlery, tightening her grip around them. She needed to hold onto something, else Aiden saw how shaky she was. "Tomorrow. Let's get it done, and face the real culprits."

***

Sharon's hands trembled as she parked in the driveway.

She has just returned from the police station and she was not found guilty.

But she couldn't shake off the detective's probing eyes. Her nape still itched from how his sinister gaze had followed her as she walked out with Aiden.

Though there was no solid evidence that directly pointed at her, she feared this was the calm before the storm. However, she'd do everything in her power to keep that storm at bay.


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