Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

AIDEN

"It's okay," Sharon said as she curled her arms around my shoulders. "You really need to stop beating yourself up over this, babe. It wasn't your fault and throwing yourself into this whole investigation wouldn't help."

"I need to find the culprits, Sharon. I need to find who did this. It's the only thing I can do for her that will make this guilt easier to bear."

"If it's the only way then you should do it," she encouraged. "I'll continue to make sure that my dad is also on the case, I promise."

Her dad had called me once to sympathize with me over the death of my daughter that doesn't belong to his daughter, and he didn't sound too pleased. I was even surprised that she would tell that to her dad. I doubt he wants to help unearth the killer of a child that wasn't his in any way but I kept that to myself.

"Thank you," I told her instead.

She gave me a half hug and didn't immediately pull away this time. It was days like this that she didn't jump away from me like I had an infection whenever I tried to touch her.

"So will you smile for me?" She smiled as she pulled the skin on my cheeks in an attempt to make me smile.

When I removed her hand, she feigned a sad sigh. "Alright then, if you don't find me worthy of your smile, what about your child?" She asked as she placed her palm on her stomach.

My hands itched to press my palm on her stomach, to place my ear to her stomach but the first and last time I'd tried, she had let out a loud cry that I immediately pulled my hands back. "What did you do?" She asked as she glared at me.

"Nothing, I just tried to-"

Never do that again. It hurt like hell," she had said as she lay back on her back.

And I was left to wonder to the extent that I picked up my phone and googled what could have caused that.

So now, I just look at her stomach and make myself satisfied with that.

"Aiden?" She waved her palm before my face.

I blinked into focus and smiled. "For you and the baby."

She blushed as she pulled me up and led us to the dining area. She'd cooked again and there was a heap of dishes for her to do in the kitchen.

As we ate, it was on the tip of my tongue to finally ask her why she didn't want the maid in the house anymore when we heard the doorbell.

"I'll answer it," I said as I stood up before she could and walked over to the door.

I frowned at who I saw behind the door, a smile on my face, "Detective?"

"Good morning, Mr Aiden," the detective I'd hired on Amie's case greeted me. I frowned. I hope he hadn't come to accuse Sharon again. I won't take it lightly this time. "Is your wife home?"

"Yes. Why are you here? Any leads?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He nodded. "We've caught the captors."

My eyes bulged. This was the best news ever. "That's fantastic news!" My frown returned. "But what has my wife got to do with this?"

"We've questioned them and your wife was an accomplice."

What the heck was this man saying? Why would Sharon do that?

I chuckled as I turned to Sharon to

tell her the joke of the day, but my smile froze and the words died in my throat when I turned to see Sharon's wide gaze already on us, her skin white as a ghost's.

Wait a minute! "Sharon? I walked to her and took her shaky hands in mine. "Are you okay?"

"I swear I never meant for anything to happen to Amie," she blurted, her voice trembling, tears suddenly streaming down her face.

My body grew rigid and her hand fell as mine fell to my sides.

"What are you saying?" I asked in a small voice as I watched the detective cuff my pregnant wife's wrists.

She shook her head vigorously. "I didn't plan any of this with them, I swear. Amie wasn't supposed to even be kidnapped. Nothing was supposed to happen to her."

I dropped into a seat after they'd

taken her away. I felt paralyzed for a while. Every time, we'd sit in here

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going So all along she was one of them, living under my very nose.

Her recent behaviors now made perfect sense. Her tears on the day of Amie's death weren't out of compassion for the girl but out of guilt. Her constant fidgeting... It all now made sense.

***

The next day, I finally grew the

courage to visit Ana and see why she has refused to pick my call all this while. I felt horrible and I

expected that she might forever

hate me, but still...

I parked my car along the road. I made the short walk up the driveway and stopped by the door.

I rasped my knuckles on the door a couple of times before I got a response.

The door opened. I expected to see Ana, but instead, Dennis was the one who stepped out, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Dennis."

"Why are you here?"

I ignored the evident hostility in his voice. We hadn't spoken since Amie's death, but I could tell, even then, that he was mad at me. "How's Ana?" He shrugged. "She's fine."

I frowned. It was unlike Dennis to answer a question about Ana with such casualness. Did they have a fight? "Where's she?"

He sighed. "She has just been admitted to a mental health crisis center."

My brows furrowed deeply. "A mental hospital? What do you mean?"

He let out a huff. "Look, man, please, stay away from her. Your wife has done more than enough. Just back off."