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.

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 Ana returned with the

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

much as I would like to see how Amie was doing, even though she was not yet aware that I was her

of her name fueled my

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 but she gave me time and

unfair. And it made me feel

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

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

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

day

spending insane hours working with little rest was worried that

ines

herself. If she continued to

regret it in the

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

from the first

"I don't want

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

this through. It was the only way we

needs to hear this

though she has refused to say anything to me, I continued to update her about every stage and process that Ana and I went

demanded to know it.

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

her that we were

my desk and grabbed my car