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 Ana returned with

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 was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting her just to suppress the raging want for Ana.

the mention of her

married, heck, since the marriage contract was signed, she had been the best. She ignored the attitudes I gave her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman but

And it made me feel like an

forehead with my fingers. When I opened them again, I reached for my

Again. It's been like that since I

to stop me. But she very well will

the day she

insane hours working with little rest was worried

ines

If she continued to work so much, she

regret it in the long

her, to meke her see reason even though she already saw reason but all my efforts

the first time that

"I don't

laptop's screen, she has refused to say a thing to me about itor

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

again. She needs to hear this from

I continued to update her about

she demanded to know it.

my mouth. Besides, if I wanted this to work, I needed her to see that I was willing to be transparent.

that we were waiting to see if the procedure worked

up my desk and