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.

was only a matter of time before I'd start to love Sharon as she deserved but when Ana returned with the stunning revelation that we had a child...

the rekindled spark I felt for her had hit

aware that I was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting her just to suppress

of her name fueled

signed, she had been the best. She ignored the attitudes I gave her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman but she gave

simply unfair. And it

and rubbed my forehead with my fingers. When I opened them again, I reached for my phone and dialed

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

go to the extreme to stop me. But she very well will

the day she returned

became scarce, spending insane hours working with little

ines

continued to work so much,

it in

tried to talk to her, to meke her see reason even though she already saw

the first

a succinct, "I don't

her gaze fixed on her laptop's screen, she has refused to say a

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

sighed again. She needs

has refused to say anything to me, I continued to update her about every

that she demanded to know it.

pushed me each time I opened my mouth. Besides, if I wanted this to work, I needed her to

last time, I'd told her that we were waiting

up my desk and grabbed