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.

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

again but as I spent more time with her, going over reports and tests, the rekindled

yet aware that I was her father, I had to stop myself from visiting her just to suppress

of her name fueled

gave her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman

And it made me feel

I opened them again, I reached for my phone and dialed her

it went straight to voicemail. Again. It's been like that since I agreed to do what will save

to the extreme to stop me. But

day

hours

ines

herself. If she continued to work so much, she

in

her see reason even though she already saw reason but

the first time

succinct, "I don't want

laptop's screen, she has refused

this through. It was the only way we could salvage what was left of

again. She needs to hear this from

she has refused to say anything to me, I continued to update

that she demanded to know it.

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

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

I tidied up my desk and grabbed my