Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

Finally, it was the day of the transplant. Today, the embryos will be tested and implanted in Ana.

Before today, there have been several trips to the hospital. So many tests and precautions. It was exhausting and if it was not for my daughter, I might have backed out. The tests, thankfully, confirmed that we were both fit to undergo the process.

As I drove to the hospital, I mentally prepared myself for whatever was to come. I prepared myself for the hurt that came with the look Amie always gave to me whenever our eyes clashed - like a stranger that she to be nice to. I prepared myself for the contrasting emotion of anger and warmth that I feel whenever I looked Anna's way.

When I arrived at the hospital, Ana was already there.

"Hey," I said to her as I stepped into the room I'd been ushered into.

When she looked my way, all she managed was a small nervous smile.

She tried to hide the tremor in her voice whenever the doctor asked her a question and she had to respond. She tucked her hands into the pocket of her coat because she kept twiddling with her fingers and she couldn't stop them from trembling.

She tried to hide her nervousness but I could see through it all. All these years and I could still tell whenever she was nervous or sad or happy.

Pathetic, I thought to myself as I moved over to her side.

"You good?"

She glanced away from the doctor and flashed me a tight smile. She nodded, "I'm fine, thank you." Then she added, "Sorry for the trouble."

She had been saying that since I agreed to do this.

"Nah, it's okay. I want to do this."

"Thanks."

about embryos and the signs that would indicate that the one that's the best match for Amie

can be mentally tiring, especially if the embryos don't match. You'll need to remain calm until we

and Ana muttered

ask," the doctor said as he began to

was about to say something but she held herself back and pressed her

ask you know,"

her head without looking my way. "Nah, it's

in, the doctor had greeted us with a smile and told us to ask

not hear

sharp left and stopped before a door. We stepped into another office. Everything in there was white and it was filled with beeping monitors. The necessary

back." Then he was

for a while until Ana began to fidget. She would pull her hands out of her pocket, blow into her palms, rub them together then repeat the process all

are you sure you're

wouldn't get a response opened my mouth to repeat my question when she raised her

anger dissipate.

and

I patted

do? I can't let Amie continue

can not

were trembling.

stop the tremble. "I'm scared, Aiden," she whispered, "I don't

I hesitated.

I'm scared... Her voice echoed