Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

SHARON

Most of our actions in life are easier said than done. Oh, I want to buy a new car. It's easier to say that than to put in the work, night and day, and stay committed to save the money for the car from scratch.

I had said I'd come clean to Aiden, but so far, so bad. The only thing I had the guts to do was say that I will and make the intention.

But fear... it was a rotten thing that has killed lots of dreams and ambitions. Fear has been the one thing that had clamped its cold hands over my mouth and squeezed my heart till it sometimes became hard to breathe.

I couldn't look Aiden in the face and tell him that I'd shared the same bed with him, ate with him, laughed and made plans with him while carrying a silicone stomach around to deceive him and everyone.

Aiden was an honest man and all his life, that virtue had always stood out. No matter what, he'd be honest with you and he expects you to do the same. If I tell him this, he'd hate me. I just know it. I had so many opportunities, so many chances but I chose to keep up with my charade.

Another feeling I'd recognised over the past few days was desperation. I was scared of losing Aiden and I was desperate not to lose him.

Fear and desperation. I knew I was a slave to those two when I picked up my phone and called 'my ally,' turning a deaf ear to my conscience. "Mrs Aiden?" Her loud voice came through the speakers. She sounded disoriented and confused. There was noise wherever she was. "Let's meet," were the only words I could muster. I felt so ashamed of myself.

"What? What did you say?!" She screamed into the phone. I let out a wince as I quickly pulled the phone from my ear.

"Can you move to a quiet area?" I hissed. I'm not about to start shouting for the whole world to hear me.

"Sure," I think I heard her mutter. There was a bit of shuffling in the background. Then, "Hello, Mrs Aiden. Sorry about that."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"It's okay," I murmured, suddenly reconsidering my choice.

"What did you say? Why'd you call?"

"Let's meet," I reiterated.

There was a pause then, "I'd send an address to you. Let's meet there."

"Okay," I muttered and the call ended.

What am I doing? I looked from my shaking hands to my reflection in the mirror. Why do I want to join forces with someone who was heartless enough to bring the suggestion that we kill kids?

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But my numerous unanswered questions didn't stop me from proceeding with the plan. Maybe I've since wanted this. If I didn't, I'd have blocked her and forever misplace her contact the moment I walked out of that cafe.

I began to get dressed. By the time I was done, a message containing the location where we'll meet entered my phone.

Again, we met at an odd area. It was a secluded cafe with little to no people.

As I sat opposite her, taking in her red eyes and turned down lips, I told her plainly, "I'm not here to talk about how to kill anyone. Your previous plan is a no no."

She sighed and leaned forward. "So that was the problem. You didn't allow me to explain. I didn't mean we'll kill the children when I said we'd get rid of them."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You said you meant it in every sense of the word."

She shook her head. "No. I didn't mean murder. My plan was actually a scheme to make your husband appear as a danger to the children,

like a threat. That would force

Anastasia to file a restraining order."

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I didn't mention that Aiden doesn't even see the kids that much. "How will he appear as a threat to the kids?"

"I'll fill you in on everything you have to know. Just let me know if I have your support on this one."

That was not a bad idea. Anastasia filing a restraining order would be perfect. But I briefly wondered how Aiden would take it.

What does this lady have in mind to make my Aiden look like that he'd be considered a danger to kids?

I sighed. If only she knew how I

could make my pregnancy real. It was my main problem right now, but ensuring that he wouldn't have a choice to be in Ana's life would make it harder for him to leave if he ever finds out. Atleast, he'd have no access to the kids again and Anastasia would be too scared that he'll hurt her kids to allow him near her.

She hadn't said anything about how she'd get Dennis. Which leaves me to wonder; when she gets Dennis, wouldn't it be easier for Aiden to go back to Ana? "Yes or no, Mrs Aiden?"

I cleared my throat. "As long as none of the kids will get harmed..."

"None of them, Sharon. At the end of this, we'll achieve our aims and the children will be as hale as they've always been. You have nothing to worry about."

"Okay then." I couldn't believe I was doing this. If I was told a year or two ago that I'd go this low just to keep a man, I'd laugh in that person's face.

Sharon smiled for the first time since this meeting began. "All I need from you is to provide security back up."

"That's no issue," I told her. Then, I added, feeling the need to repeatz myself "No harm must come to the children." None of what was happening in our respective lives was their fault.

"I'm making a promise, Sharon. No harm whatsoever will befall the kids."

Before she continued to say what her plan was, I inquired, "What's your name?" She smiled. "Tabitha."