Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

I rolled around in the swiveling chair I sat in as I replayed the phone call I just had in my head.

She had sounded timid but the excitement and relief was evident in her voice.

"Um hi."

I had remained silent, unable to trust my own voice.

"Aiden, are you there?"

I cleared my throat, "I'm listening."

"Okay. I just called to tell you that the procedure worked."

My heart did a little somersault before she voiced, "I'm pregnant."

I stayed silent for a long while, not sure how to take the news. I was surprised she hadn't even ended the call.

"That's good news," I finally said.

"Yeah," she drawled. There was a short silence then the call ended with a sharp click.

After that call, I'd been unable to get back to work. Unable to stop her words from replaying in my head.

I was happy, no doubt. My daughter now had a higher chance of being saved. A chance of her getting to know me as her father.

But the guilt grew by the second. The way it had been growing since the day the procedure took place. Yet, it did nothing to put a reign on my renewed attraction for Ana.

it was only a matter of time before I'd start to love Sharon as she deserved but when

I would never feel anything for her again but as I spent more time with her, going over reports and tests, the rekindled spark I felt for her had hit me like a sudden punch to the gut. I hadn't seen it coming. And I would never have imagined that it would be this

aware that I was her father, I had

mention of her name fueled

ignored the attitudes I gave her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman but she gave me time and

it made me feel like an

fingers. When I opened them again, I reached for my phone and

sighed as it went straight to voicemail. Again. It's been like that since I agreed to do what will save

kind heart so she wouldn't go to the extreme to stop me. But she very well will make it hard for

day she

hours working with little rest was

ines

herself. If she continued to work so much,

it in the long

her see reason even though she already saw reason but all my efforts were

from the first time

succinct, "I don't want

gaze fixed on her laptop's screen, she has

this through. It was the only way we could salvage what

needs to

she has refused to say anything to me, I continued to update

that she demanded

I wanted this to work, I needed her to see that I was willing to

I'd told her that we were waiting to see if the

desk and grabbed