Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

I stared at Amie, her gaze boring mine as she awaited my response.

I had no idea what to say. I couldn't tell him that Aiden wasn't his dad, not anymore. Not after he'd hinted at it. I couldn't tell him that he wasn't her dad then later in the future inform her that the man I'd told her wasn't her father was her father.

That would be stupid and it would be lying. I always tell her not to lie, what example would I be setting?

Besides, Aiden probably wouldn't even want that? It might anger him. And I couldn't risk him going back on his words.

But was it the right time to tell her? Physically, she was suffering, it would be unfair to put her through the emotional turmoil that the revelation would bring her. It was one she would have to go through some day, no matter my decision today, but I couldn't make it now. I didn't want it to be now.

She knows Dennis as her father. I would like to keep it that way.

"Mom? Is daddy sick?"

My lips curled into a tight smile and I smoothed her hair. A loose strand followed my fingers and I swallowed.

"Daddy isn't sick. He's fine."

Her brows pooled together in worry. "Then where's he?" Her voice trembled slightly. "Why hasn't he come to see me? I miss him."

"Amie?" Aiden called as he sat up. He glanced my way briefly before he settled his gaze on Amie. "Actually, there's-"

"Can we talk?" I blurted and all of them, Amie, Aiden and the nurse, turned my way.

I licked my lips and managed a smile to cover the panic on my face. "We should talk outside."

change his mind as he nodded and got on

in suspicion and confusion as she looked

my lips on her forehead, nodded at the

that faced the door, his brows arched. "Tell me, Anastasia, what is this

face looked calm, well poised, but from his tone, it was clear that he was trying hard to keep a

we walk farther

waited for me to catch up

my palm together. I thought of how to start... how to pleasantly tell him that I didn't want his daughter to find out that he's

want to tell her yet," I blurted. I couldn't find a

I could have said, 'You'd be a great father but I don't want you to take

at me long. The neutral expression on his face gave nothing

finally looked away, kept his gaze on the floor for a few

that's a

"Aiden, please 1-"

up, exasperated. "What better time

tell her that she didn't have a dad. When I got married to Dennis, she easily and happily accepted him as the dad she'd always wanted." I looked up and prayed that Aiden would sympathize with me. "She is very happy with Dennis as her dad, Aiden. I don't want to strip that away, not now. Not in this

would make her sad

swear that

mean. It's just..." I sighed. "How do you think she'd be convinced that Dennis isn't her dad anymore but someone whom she'd never met? How easy would that be? I

hair all the way to the back

see the tight line around his lips. "So what

firmly as I walked

Amie will know you as her father and I will do everything in my power to make her accept you. Just not

He scoffed. "Maybe! Wow."

sorted