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.

not 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 stunning revelation that we had a child...

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 this

I was her father, I had to stop myself from

her name

and stuck with me. She knew I wanted another woman but she gave me time and remained with me, hoping that someday, I would

And it made

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

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

she wouldn't go to the extreme to stop me. But

day

hours working

ines

continued to

in the

even though she already

from the first

a succinct, "I don't want

with her gaze fixed on her laptop's screen, she has

only way we could salvage what was

needs to hear this from

to me, I continued to

that she demanded to know it.

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

told her that we were waiting to

up my desk and grabbed