Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

AIDEN

I was taken aback by his words, he already knew?

Dennis was also in on the investigation. He just wasn't as active as I was. So it should be no surprise that he'd heard. Besides, it was his daughter's case afterall. He had every right to know.

But I chose to ignore his harsh words. I was still reeling from the news that Ana was currently in a psychiatric hospital. How was that possible? How could he let that happen? I wanted to yell at him but I calmed myself down. All of these were my fault to begin with... and Sharon's.

"Which hospital was she taken to?" It sounded surreal. I knew she fiercely loved Amie, but I didn't think it would take so much toll on her like this.

Dennis turned on me, his brows deeply furrowed as he scowled. "Why do you want to know? So you can tell that to your wife?"

For fuck's sake! I felt my hands curl into fists on their own accord.

I took a deep breath. "I've been calling you guys, but no one picked my call and when Ana's line became switched off, I got worried..." I trailed off and shrugged. "So I decided to come check on her." "Well, you know how she is now. So leave."

He had every right to ask me to leave his house and their life, but I had no intention of leaving until I had all of my questions answered.

"What about Justin? How's he?" I asked instead.

He turned to his side and muttered something under his breath.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Can I see him?" He probed. The last time I saw the boy was during Amie's disappearance.

"No," he said without any hesitation.

I sighed, getting infuriated. "Come on, I just want to see how he's doing? How're you coping with him now that Ana isn't here to take care of him? He may be young, but I know that he feels this loss that we all feel." He scoffed. "Look, as long as he's in my care, he's perfectly fine. And I just got him a nanny. Now, can you fuck off?"

That was the last straw. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think I'm ecstatic with the way things turned out? You think I'm happy Amie's dead? You think it fills me with joy that Justin doesn't have his mom by his side anymore?" He snorted. "You can never tell..."

I shook my head, taking a step back. "This is why Ana is where she is. You're filled with so much bitterness and anger..." I shook my head again. "I can't leave Justin with someone like you." "Fuck off, Aiden. Get out of here."

"We shall see. You'll tell me to fuck off when I come to claim Justin's custody."

Then I turned around and stormed out of there.

***

On my way home, my grip hard on the steering wheel as I tried to call myself down, my phone rang out.

"Hello, detective. Is there any other update?" I said as I picked up the call.

"Not exactly, I just called to tell you that your wife lost consciousness. She's been rushed to the hospital. She's been there for a while now, I've been trying to reach you."

My wife... that word stood out. How did I become the husband of a criminal?

"Yeah, I was somewhere and I left my phone in the car," I told him as I noticed the calls I missed.

""What happened? Why did she lose consciousness?"

"I haven't seen the doctor after they rushed her in, so I don't know yet. But I know she just feel."

"Thank you, I'll be on my way there now."

The call ended and I headed to the station. I might not care about 'my wife' but I surely cared about my child that was in her. I just hoped that nothing was wrong with it. About ten minutes into my drive, I got another phone call.

"Mr Aiden?"

I was surprised to hear that it was the detective again. "Yes?"

Even before he spoke, I could sense his hesitation. "I don't know how to put this, Mr Aiden, I wait, are you driving?"

"Yes."

"I'll just tell you when you get here."

"Just tell me now, detective," I gritted out. "I'll soon get there anyway. Did something happen to the baby?" Did I lose another child?

"That's the thing, there's no baby."

I blinked, a frown etched on my brows. "What?"

The detective sighed. "I just- I just think you should know before you get here."

I gritted my teeth. Can he just go straight to the point?

"Your wife's baby bump is a... uhh... a silicone."

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt all the blood drain from my face. "A silicone stomach?" My voice trembled. "What does that mean?"

He cleared his throat. "She's not pregnant."

The phone fell from my grasp as I drove ahead, unseeing.

"Mr Aiden. Mr Aiden?" I heard the detective's voice come from the fallen phone.

Every single unusual behavior that Sharon exhibited now made perfect sense.

Her pregnancy was faked all these while...

That was why she always flinched whenever I touched her, why she never wanted me to touch her bump. It hadn't hurt, she just saw it as a way to make me keep my hands to myself.

I recalled how she always had on

long and thick clothes since her baby bump got bigger. I had just assumed that it was the pregnancy since she always complained that she was cold, then later, I thought that it was because she felt ugly. She had said it after all.

Why's my life just so fucked up? I lost Amie, Ana is in a psychiatric hospital; Dennis, who has my son with him, though I had been too angry to acknowledge it, I knew he'd fight me till death before he hands Justin over.

And now my own wife had played me.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Fuck."

The signs were there. How didn't I see them? I should have known when she refused to do a scan. It should have occured to me each time she refused to go to the hospital with me.

I recalled all the choices and

sacrifices I'd made for our child. Part

of why needed to find Amie's killer

was to free myself of this guilt so

that can be a better father to my child.

So she wanted the maid out so her dirty secret would not be discovered.

But why? Why feign a pregnancy? What was her goal?

Sharon just made me realize that my wife was a stranger to me. I never really knew her.