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.

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...

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

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

the mention of her

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.

unfair. And it made me feel like

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

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

to stop me. But she very well will

the day she

hours working with little rest

ines

If she continued to work so much,

in the long

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

the first time

a succinct, "I don't

on her laptop's screen, she has refused to say a thing to me

the only way we could

sighed again. She needs to

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

demanded

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

were

my desk