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.

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

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

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 suppress the raging want for Ana.

mention of her name fueled

unfair to Sharon. Since we got married, heck, since the marriage contract was signed, she had been the best. She ignored the attitudes I gave her and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman

it made me feel like an

eyes and rubbed my forehead with my fingers. When I opened them again, I reached for my phone

to voicemail. Again. It's been like that since I agreed

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

the day she returned

spending insane hours working with little

ines

she continued

it in the long

her, to meke her see reason even though she already saw reason but all my efforts were to no

first time that

a succinct, "I don't

gaze fixed on her laptop's screen, she

only way we could salvage

sighed again. She needs to hear this from

continued to update her about

that she demanded to know

time I opened my mouth. Besides, if I wanted this to work, I needed her to see that I was willing to be transparent.

we were waiting to see if

my desk and