Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

They say facing the past is a step towards moving forward and not looking back. I sighed as I watched my colleagues match into the black SUV.

This was it! I followed the rest of the team to Ondo State to convict my dear husband in court. I didn't know how I felt. Yemi has been supportive, and Grace didn't know a thing; she didn't need to, and I'd be damned if I allowed her to know about her bastard of a father. All I could hope for during this was strength and self-control. I entered the SUV, and when everyone was accounted for, we drove off.

The drive took five hours, and while my colleagues slept, I mulled over the possible scenarios of what could happen once I saw him or he saw me. Mr. Akande gave each of us a file containing all the information they had about this case. As expected, he had a whole record of human trafficking, rape, underage marriage outside legal boundaries, theft, and a lot more. It's no wonder that they were going for the death penalty, and I couldn't help but think that he deserved it.

We arrived at the court after five hours of driving, and it was still early because we had left at five a.m. The trial would start at eleven a.m. sharp, so we had just twenty minutes to meet with the prosecutors and provide them with other evidence from other states. We were hired to help the prosecution since our foundation knew more about child law, and so we gathered enough evidence and found other accomplices to push for the death sentence for Shekau and his people. We walked briskly till we reached the office where the prosecutors were.

"Good morning, Prosecutors." Mr. Akande said, giving the two men a firm handshake. They were wearing their prosecution gowns and mauling over the documents. Mr. Akande handed the evidence to them, and they explained the trial to us.

"The trial shouldn't take too much time. We'll begin by giving the judge the evidence and a list of witnesses, and then we'll argue the case with the lawyer Shekau hired, but it's just for show since he is a wanted man already. I understand Mr. Akande has explained the rest to you all?" The prosecutor with curly hair said, and we all nodded, but I had a question that had been itching at the back of my head. So, I raised my hand to and I was given the go-ahead.

"Uhm, we are pushing for the death sentence, right?" I asked first.

"Yes. We are hoping for that, but the worst case scenario is life imprisonment," the same man clarified while I cleared my throat for my next question.

"Okay, I don't know how to say this, but I'm just going to go ahead with it. I'm sorry for not telling you guys earlier," I said in a low voice while looking at my colleagues, now turned friends, and Mr. Tolu, who also followed us. They looked at me curiously, so I swallowed and spoke.

"I'm still married to Shekau," I said slowly, leaving everyone except Mr. Tolu speechless.

"I got married to him when I was thirteen under Sharia law, but I left when I was fifteen, but technically I am still married to him because my parents made me sign the papers. My question is, if, as you said, the worst case scenario is life imprisonment, can I get a divorce without making a case?" I asked in one breath, and it took almost two minutes of silence before I got my answer. This time, it was the other man who had a rough beard who spoke.

"Well, if the trial ends with death, then you won't need a divorce, but if it's life imprisonment, then technically you would need to settle for a divorce. It should be granted without much work, but the hard part would be to get his signature if he doesn't want the divorce." He explained coolly, but I was getting worked up.

He was telling me that I would have to see him to get the signature. My stomach dropped at the information, and I just nodded and retreated to the back of Mr. Tolu while noticing the pitiful looks coming from every other person.