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.

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

felt had reassured me that 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 felt for her had hit me like a sudden punch to

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

her

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 that someday, I would see her the way she had always

unfair. And it

rubbed my forehead with my fingers. When I opened them

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

had a kind heart so she wouldn't go to the extreme to stop me. But she very well will make it hard

day

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

ines

If she continued

in

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

from the first

succinct, "I

she has refused to say

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

needs to hear this from

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

that she demanded to know

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

time, I'd told her that we were waiting to see if the procedure

desk and grabbed my