Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

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."

"Do you know her?"

He frowned and shook his head. "I met her for the first time that night in the bar. She had dark hair, I think. She is tall and..." he shook his head. "I don't really know. But the way she spoke, she seemed to be close to you and your girlfriend." He quickly added, "Sorry, your ex girlfriend."

I barely registered his last words as my mind raced. I already had an inkling of who it could be. Though, I didn't think she would go to that length. She has seemed genuinely happy for Ana and I. And when I told her that I liked her friend, she acted normal; or at least I thought she did.

I should have known she wouldn't take it that well. I thought the roll of her eyes whenever she saw me with her friend was just the way we used to banter before.

Even before we met, I could already tell that she liked me but even then, my mind was already set on Ana. I should've just deleted my account on that dating app. "But if you ever see her, would you be able to recognize her?"

He shook his head, "I should."

"You have to if you really want to help."

"I would, I assure you."

"You know, she's actually here," I announced, feeling the need to inform him since he has made his interest to help known.

I didn't see the surprise I expected to see in his eyes. "It's Anastasia, right?" He pronounced the name slowly.

I frowned. "How did you know that?"

He shrugged, "I was walking past the room that got flooded yesterday when I saw you two. The air was pretty thick with tension even for a bystander." "Wow," was all I could say.

"Don't worry, Aiden. I will do everything in my power to clear your name and get back your girl."

Now that I'm backed with some live evidence, I felt my heart rekindle in hope. Maybe. Just maybe, I could clear up the misunderstanding and win Anastasia back.