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.

all honesty, I knew I had not completely gotten 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 the stunning revelation that we had a child... All my efforts

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

even though she was not yet aware that I was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting her just to suppress the raging want

her name fueled

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 she gave me time and

simply unfair. And it made me feel like an

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

It's been like that since I agreed to do what

go to the extreme to stop me. But

day she returned

hours working with little rest was worried that

ines

harm herself. If she continued to work so much,

regret it in the long

see reason even though she already saw reason but all

first time that

a succinct, "I

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

the only way we could salvage

She needs to

to update her about every stage and process that Ana and I

demanded to know

time I opened my mouth. Besides, if I wanted this to work, I needed her to see that I

that we were waiting to

desk and grabbed my car