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. Okay, in 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

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

would like to see how Amie was doing, even though she was not yet aware that I was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting her just to

mention of her name

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 remained with me, hoping

unfair. And it made me feel like an

my eyes and rubbed my forehead with my fingers. When I

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

the extreme to stop me.

the day

she had became scarce, spending insane hours working with little rest was worried

ines

If she continued to work

it in

see reason even though she already saw reason but all

the first time that

"I don't

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

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

She needs to

to update her

she demanded to know it.

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

we were waiting to

tidied up my desk and grabbed my car