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.

her but I was getting there. I knew it was only a matter of time before

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

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

of her name fueled

her and stuck with

simply unfair. And it

my fingers. When I opened them again, I reached for my phone

like that since I agreed to do what will save

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

the day she

insane hours working with little rest was

ines

harm herself. If she continued

it in

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

first time that

succinct, "I don't want

gaze fixed on her laptop's screen, she has

this through. It was the only way

again. She needs to hear this

me, I continued to update her

she demanded to know

I wanted this to work, I needed her to see that I was willing to be transparent.

her that we were

my desk