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 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

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 the gut. I hadn't seen it coming. And I would never have imagined that it would be

that I was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting

of her

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

was simply unfair. And it made me feel like

and rubbed my forehead with my fingers. When I opened them

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

go to the extreme to stop me. But she very well will

the day

spending insane hours working with

ines

continued to work so much,

regret it in the

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

the first time

a succinct, "I don't want

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

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

again. She needs to hear this from

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

demanded

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

were waiting to see if

my desk and grabbed