Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 315

I shook my head and looked ahead in the distance at the men that had rose early to get to work as I remembered the dark days after she left and I added in a small voice. “Everything fell apart after that.”

Martin remained silent and I could practically feel the guilt and regret emanating from him.

“I'm really sorry, Aiden."

“Come on. It's in the past now. It's okay." I put on a stiff smile to ease the boy's guilt but I guess he could see through my smile.

“No, it's not," he shook his head. “For you to have handled me the way you did even with the risk of getting a fair punishment from the cops, you forced the truth out of me in every way you could.” He shook his head, sighing, "I ruined something beautiful for a measly amount.”

I couldn't summon up the fake smile anymore. He was right. He ruined something beautiful…him and whoever was the asshole who sent him to do something that wicked. How is his life now? How has he been been faring after everything he’d done? Is he living a great life now?

And because of what he did, I was now stuck with Sharon, a damned contract marriage that I stupidly signed and the woman I still have feelings for probably hates my guts now.

Yep, it's not okay. And I feared that Ana will never forgive me or give me the chance to clear the misunderstanding, I would be forced to marry Sharon and then I would live the rest of my days as a sad and unfulfilled man, my heart yearning for another while I remained trapped in a marriage I didn't want. I feared that it would never be okay.

“I can still help, if you let me,” he said sincerely.

I arched my brows as I turned to him. “How would you do that?"

He shrugged, "I would confess to her that I staged the whole thing. I can still remember all the cheap dresses I bought and even how I placed them.”

“You've got a retentive memory," I murmured but I could also still remember Ana's face that day, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes clouded with hurt and slight disbelief as she told me that we were done. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

“I also didn't tell you the whole truth that day."

I turned to him. "Interesting. What? You weren't paid to do it? You did it because you were in love with my girl?”

He chuckled, "Of course not. I didn't even know her." Then his expression grew somber. “It was actually a woman that paid me to do what I did.”