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.

over her but I was getting there. I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd start to love Sharon as she deserved but when Ana returned with

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.

was doing, even though she was not yet aware that I was her father, I had

her name

her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman but

unfair. And it made me feel like an

I opened them again, I reached

sighed as it went straight to voicemail. Again. It's been like that since

kind heart so she wouldn't go to the extreme to stop me. But she very

the day she returned

insane hours working with little rest was worried

ines

she continued to work

in the

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

first time

a succinct, "I don't

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

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

sighed again. She needs to hear this from

she has refused to say anything to me, I continued to update her about every stage and process that Ana

demanded

that pushed me each time I opened my mouth. Besides, if I wanted this

told her that we were waiting

I tidied up my desk and grabbed my